out of the oven and into the frying pan

An order caught his attention, he was not alone here. For a moment, his senses went on high alert, tingling as adrenaline flooded his system. Here he was, vulnerable, and not alone. It took a second for the familiarity of the voice to sink in, and he realised it was Resin who stood on the shoreline, looking out at him. Not that he could turn his head and confirm that.

It took longer yet for his heart to cease its erratic flailing, and in that time Resin grabbed a branch that had likely snapped in his fall, and pushed it towards his face. His paws were well buried in the muck, and would have had no chance in grabbing it, even if their feline-tips could get enough purchase to make a difference. Resin had gone right for his head, pushing it close enough that he didn’t have to move much, to snatch the branch between his teeth. His elongated fangs sitting uncomfortably on either side of the branch.

“I would consider it a personal favour if you never mentioned this to anyone.” He wasn’t certain how much of that sentence was legible between the wood that sat upon his tongue. His priority right now was getting out of her, over keeping this hush-hush.