Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

Cormorant couldn't help his agitated bite at the other's abject refusal, You're making this more difficult.

His paws were scuffing through the pebbles of the riverbank in a terrible melody. It was almost worse than the sound of the river itself, and Cormorant hissed loudly as they both tipped on a strange stride, his hind paw bumping the ground in an agonizing stab. He stumbled to another stop completely, other paws digging in as he tried to wrangle down the bile fighting up his throat.

Magpie hardly seemed keen on stopping regardless, shoulder endlessly digging into his side - and he was trudging again, even as nausea twisted his stomach in knots. The water was just before them, and the icy kiss of it was too near; his fur was bristling, every nerve alight with frantic dread.