Swiftcurrent Creek Seyda Neen

Aha, at some point the beast that held him let him go!  Freedom!  Stubby legs flailed wildly into the flailing slapfight that was probably more like two fish lightly colliding.  It wasn't getting anything done, though.  He mewled pathetically, now wanting someone else to defeat the creature, because he couldn't exactly control his limbs -- or see -- to be able to do so himself.

Obviously he was totally in the right, though!  Whatever was happening.   Akatosh's wild flailing managed to flip him over like a turtle, introducing an all new type of wail to the chorus.  Help, help!  He'd been flipped and wasn't in a position to get back up!  He was still under attack, too!  Through it all he got boinked a few more times, which just increased his volume, even if it was on a rather pathetic scale.