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It didn’t take long for his skin to cease appreciating the vicious cool of the relentless waves of salt sea. Toes flexed and distended and belonging grey claws curled into the hard sea flooring in pursuit of proper grip. Such wet floor covering, along with the steady pull of merciless currents made moving about dangerous. He did not appreciate the situation he so willingly had put himself into, yet there was no thought to withdraw and cast away her idea to investigate the unfamiliar sound.
He allowed the younger, more adventurous canine to take the lead, and followed behind her with occupied eyes following the incomings and outgoings of spirited waves. The hybrid had only once been at this particular spot in the past, and didn’t harbour terrible interest at the thought of learning returning. That encounter with Eris had not been delightful. The required route to entry today, one year after seemed unnecessary dangerous, and left him with no desire to risk his own health. But the sound was indeed as strange as it was terrible, and he couldn’t turn. Even if it had been a valid option, he wouldn’t consider leaving Draugr alone here.
The other optime moved swiftly to take advantage of a white frothed wave’s momentary retreat, but was shortly after punished by returning currents and boldness alike. No thought guided the movement of his arm – it was mere reflex taking the driver’s seat for a moment. She had sense to find her balance by grabbing hold of his outstretched arm, and his fingers curled around her wrist, claws accidentally digging into her skin to ensure that she wasn’t swept away and thrown into the rocks. Dark nostrils flared with his enlarged exhale, but she held on and didn’t fall.
Their hands let go and she continued, though made her way along the cave wall and remained safe this time around when the white foamed current took another leap into the darkness of the hole. The male moved after her, strategically and with uttermost care, using all four limbs more than once to ensure that his grip and footing was secure. Much of the stony surface was slick and slimy, and utterly unreliable, and as they closed in on the mystery screaming object the sound escalated until it seemed unbearable in his flattened, ringing ears.
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