Dragoncrest Cliffs Light of the moon moves west

It was just like a scene out of a Saturday morning cartoon.

Sobo's paw pad met the gull droppings. He had less than half a second to register that something gross was squishing up between his toes before his paw skidded forward. Even the dirt-and-sand mixture underfoot did little to stop his momentum. He splayed his legs awkwardly as he went down, landing chest-first in the smeared mess and yelping at the way his shoulder cranked painfully in its socket.

Only a twinge of the arm that would bruise later, but it was more pain than Sobo ever experienced before. Panic bled into the denim blue of his eyes as he cried out shrilly with a frantic look at his sibling for whatever assistance she could provide. The pain was already fading, but Sobo could only focus on the momentary flare of it right now, and not the impermanence.