The sweltering sun beat down on her unshaded head, only aided by her dark fur. Her mouth was dry and she cold feel her heartbeat in her throat. What was happening to her? A strange thumping sound echoed in her ears, getting louder and louder. Opening her eyes was a challenge, but the sight she saw surprised her. Although blurred. the clear outlined form of Creed was before her. Squinting, she could make out the bright turquoise of his eyes and his scrunched eyebrows. He spoke, the sound slightly muffled yet echo-ey at the same time.
"Loch......ye alrigh'?" Trying to sort her confused thoughts, Locha shifted forward in the sand.
"I...I don't know. Breathing is hard. " Almost like clockwork, another fit of coughing took over. Ears pressed back against her head, the woman rasped to regain her breath.
