Dragoncrest Cliffs been countin' every minute

rhaegal pushes thru the mist, finding a small puddle of trapped saltwater in the sand — grateful because he had not been looking forward to submerging his whole body just to clean the wounds he suffered during his fight with arric. just thinking about the ravenhued sassenach ignites something ugly and fury fed within rhaegal.

the tear in his ear and fresh wounds on his cheek sting and burn as he presses his face into the water. he counts to ten in his head and recoils his head, drawing in a rough breath, waiting for the smarting to numb.