Dragoncrest Cliffs agwe

water poured into his nose and throat; there was no way he could stop it. he was fighting for his life against the waves, gasping and gulping for every breath of air he could—but less and less oxygen was available.

teeth on his scruff;

maman?—

but consciousness was fading fast, and his limp body was increasingly at the mercy of the sea. 

if his savior held on, they would be dragged down, too, and die along with him.