Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

As much as it pained him to release his hold, it only hurt him worse to latch tighter against Cormorant's wriggling. He spit the wolf's scruff from is mouth as they both scrambled up the beach, finding himself so lost for breath he didn't even glance back to ensure his muse wasn't bolting for freedom. Like he'd get very far. Magpie licked at his lips, a faint hiss of a whine dying in his throat at the piercing pain throbbing in his jaw. A tickle in his lungs had him quickly hunched to the floor, hacking up any excess water he'd inhaled hoisting the other to shore, the agony of his opened jaws causing strings of drool to accompany any other liquid or vomit.

His ears pinned flat to his skull at Cormorant's taunt, an unrivaled anger soon after coiling up his spine, ruffling the charcoal fur along it from tail to scruff. He straightened up from his braced stance, a grimacing glare fixating on his own trembling legs. Shut up. It was hoarse and distant, almost lifeless as it fell away into a whisper. He barely turned to peek back at the wolf, his eyes half lidded with fatigue, permeated by a bone chilling menace. Cormorant's state wasn't missed by him, though it earned him no sympathy. If I hear you again, I'll throw you back in myself.