His flailing managed to push him to the surface, and he sucked in one breath of air before he went down again. He was going to die alone, in the cold, dark lake. This was the end, after the battles he had fought, after all he had gone through to stay and Deathbelles side, this was how it was going to end.
When he pushed his head to the surface again, this time he roared in full blown anger and frustration, not hearing Zee’s words as she laughed and gave him advice. His roar was a mistake, he got no air in this time before he was sucked under, his stupid, thick coat was so heavy, and his uncorordinated legs where less then useless. He starved for breath, panicking as his lungs expanded, desperate for air - and then he had found the surface again. He took in a huge gulp of it this time, no time or energy to spare for further roaring, even if he felt like rendering this entire lake into two.
He managed to keep his head above the water a little bit longer this time, and Zee’s words finally registered, through he heard her laughter first, as she found amusement in his slow death. “I’m going to kill you!” he bellowed, before he was sucked down again, the last of his words lost in the water.
He surfaced again. Arrrrgh!” his anger was so intense he looked like he was about to pop a vain, but he forced himself to listen to her words, as she told him to calm down, and time his front legs to his back. He had to think about it for a moment, as uncoordinated as a newborn through his fear and anger.
She continued to speak, and he listened, until he got his legs under control, and was paddling just enough to bring himself to the surface. He fell against the bank, sides heavily wearily, shaking from exhaustion and fear. He lay like that for a moment, before dragging himself out onto the bank. His mood was black and for a moment he thought he might actually do good on his promise, when he glanced at her, his eyes where wild, like there was no humanity or logic to be seen beneath them, and then he blinked, and the moment was gone. He collapsed on the ground, and closed his eyes, laying there for a moment, contemplating his fear and near death experience, and was quiet for a long time, before he spoke. His words then where very quiet, as through he wished to apologise but wasn’t sure how. “When there is a storm, every time there is a storm, you can seek comfort in my den. In turn, you will teach me to swim.” he really should have phrased it as a question.
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