Sawtooth Spire wild kids

SHITTING FUCK—!

He let go of the goose and rocked backward, stumbling over his own hind legs and crashing into the dirt as a foreleg came up to paw at his face. His eyeball ached and burned and stung all at once. Touching it probably didn’t help but he instinctively brought up his other paw, both of them covering his eye.

Caracal dimly registered some noises in the background, then he felt Heda’s breath wash over his face. He rolled his head, squinting at her with his good eye. She insisted on seeing, so he shakily moved his paws away so his companion could assess the damage.

I’ve decided to leave his eyeball’s fate up to you. LOL.