Lion Head Mesa peach pit

He wheezes, but eventually his breathing evens out again and soon enough he is panting again. His tongue slides up and over his snout to try and generate saliva, which fails.

Striding to the wall again, he props a leg up and tries to urinate so that the stench of him floods the area—and this works, but also proves how weakened he is by dehydration.

The boy knows the phrase she utters, at least piecemeal. Gavrel had asked the same thing. Others too.

Rakhvazzo. He answers, snorting, dragging his heels through the thin line of piss he managed to produce. As he stalks towards the shadows he is facing away from the girl and mutters something else, hakelat Drusk evethiz-gache.

Doubtful that she would understand anything; but it was the first question he had actually answered from his captors, likely due to the distraction of his thirst.