Stavanger Bay More Dread (I.C. Joining)

He was in the gray line between life and death. And the gray line was slowly darkening. But he was pulled out of it slightly at the feeling of another animal rubbing its muzzle on his fur. He stirred, wondering if it was some predator preparing to eat his carcass. The Dread Knight wouldn't care if it was. At least it would be quicker than by the seagulls.

But he was mistaken, it was not some scavenger, but a wolf, who howled for someone. His nose was clogged, so he couldn't tell who or where this wolf came from, but he assumed a pack by the sea shore, if he was discovered this quickly.

As another wolf came closer and spoke in a deep, clear voice, the former King stirred. His eyes fluttered open again and he took a deep breath before he felt something rising in his throat. Mordred coughed up a mix of sea water and blood, hacking piteously. "N..........no........" he answered weakly. He wasn't dead yet, somehow.