Seaside Moors it will come back

the world seemed as if it was closing in -- a wheezing choke sounded through val's windpipe as regin smothered him. tears stung his eyes, as did a sense of infinite mortal terror -- one that was lifted like a heavy cloak as chacal came streaking to the rescue.

he could breathe again. val sat choking and hacking up a lung as chacal stood by him and regin figuratively dusted the culpability from her pelt. it didn't take the boy long to recover with a sunny smile and a rogue lick to chacal's nose, but his eyes narrowed and he squinted at regin as he pulled himself from the mudpit.

he still smelled, and now he'd been choked to death. if it wasnt for chacal, who knows if he would have turned into a bog body?!

all in all, a very shitty day according to val.