Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

Another figure appeared as the sea-mangled girl struggled to stop anything else from coming up. She knew it was better for her, that it was a necessary evil to purge whatever she had swallowed, but her shame, her very nature, fought intensely against it. She let out another stinging breath of salty air and whined as the nausea returned to her stomach, her chest, her throat, her frowning lips.

The lake of her homeland had never done this to her.

This new arrival – older, dressed in pleasing shades of coffee – spoke with the same accent as the first. She was motherly: firm but sweet. The girl nodded pitifully to the matron’s question and regarded her instructions without question, though she did glance nervously after the first wolf, eager to have her return. She wretched once again.

Her body jerked as even more sea air and saltwater boiled to the surface. She thought she had been finishing with the expulsions but another mouthful of bile-limed ocean propelled itself onto the ground between her forelegs. Uhg, the girl moaned, eyes flitting gratefully up to the red wolf’s face as she returned with fresh water.

She took it gingerly, swallowing the cool, refreshing drops with a renewed fervor. She loosed a sigh when she had taken all she could from the moss. Oh… than- Hiccup. Thank you. The pain’s not so… Hiccup. Bad now.