Dawnlark Plains darkest hour

The warning growl fell on deaf ears as Raider dipped, though there was no ignoring the collision. Redd knocked her off her feet, teeth grazing Raider’s crimson face as she writhed in surprise. She scrambled to right herself out of pure instinct, though there was no thought of defense, much less retaliation.

With absolute tunnel vision, Raider dove for the inch of water sitting in the divot. The instant her tongue touched it, her throat spasmed painfully before locking. She whined through the agony, finding it difficult to catch her breath as well.

She collapsed abruptly, though she was far from still. Raider flipped onto her side, cheek pressing toward the shallow water. Still she could not drink it. No matter how she writhed in the dirt, pushing her face into the pitiful puddle, she could not force the water down her throat.

Raider let out a thin cry of absolute anguish.