Displacement

Everything was so strange. It was as though the forest itself had pulled apart and remolded itself to block their path. Eska tried to stay calm but it was getting harder and harder to do so. And, as though being lost in the mist wasn't bad enough, the silver streaked woman felt the strange mist press into her, like snakes undulating around her paws. A little gasp pulled from her and she looked down, the action plunging her muzzle into the carpet of mist. Big mistake.

The air became thick and suddenly she couldn't breathe. Eska gasped, sulfuric eyes going wide. She couldn't get enough oxygen and now she did begin to panic. The woman's stance widened just to keep herself aloft and she continued to gasp, her maw open wide. They needed to get out of here! She pushed Ulric with her forehead, urging him to choose a direction. Eska didn't how how long she would be able to stay conscious without being able to breathe.
"Eska"