Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

Fight or flight mode was a bitch. Cambria breathed raggedly through clenched teeth, his heart hammering so hard against his ribs that it hurt. He felt as though he might fly to pieces, some of them running for the nearest horizon while the rest came home to roost in this unexpected fellowship.

Whale-eyed, he tried to look at Odessia as she sprang to his side. Her dank breath blasted the side of his face as she worriedly shouted his name. She pressed herself against him, concern written into every line of her misaligned face. It stole the last of the Dragonling’s breath when he realized their care was apparently mutual.

Sounding a little strangled, he managed to squeeze out, Dess. Cambria found himself pushing into her comforting embrace. I’m, he tried, only to bluster, shit.

Well, that was true enough…