Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

It was pure instinct that kept him from saying anything more, pale blue eyes ghosting over to the other and his equally pitiful visage. He went back to his little ball, pressing the side of his head against the gravel, wheezing to himself. He sounded terrible, but he wasn't dying today at least - least of all to a chest-deep puddle. Regardless, Cormorant just laid there, looking more like the corpse of a fish than a living wolf. His fur was a few shades darker with the water soaked into it; and it only worsened his discomfort.

The thought of getting to his paws was unimaginable, but he needed to get somewhere sheltered, somewhere warm. They were the furthest they could be from either, traveling these strange stretches with no idea where they were crawling to. He continued to shiver, hard enough to make his teeth chatter, and his jaw ache. Another twinge in an awful painting of bruised hues.

He almost thought to say something else, but the threat still lingered in his ears. He didn't believe Magpie could even manage it, but he wouldn't try it. Not right now. He closed his eyes, tucking his head as tightly toward his chest as he could manage. Anything to try and centralize the warmth his blood was trying to filter through his body.