Hair of the Dog Throw Down

*Scald* · 03-21-2023, 10:46 AM

His own hangover racked his skull as if he had been by a branch. Or a boulder. Didn't matter. Whatever it was, it fucking hurt. Even opening his eyes was difficult. Last night had been a doozy of a time. Now that all the pups were of age, the second yearling party had been a lot more fun. With more than just his siblings to party with, Scald had been a tad unhinged. Perhaps he enjoyed the booze a little too much. What had his dad said would cure the hangovers though? Saltwater? Was that it? Or the opposite? He couldn't remember but it was worth a try.

So the scrawny teenager laid himself in the shallows of the rolling tide. Allowing the cold water to wash over his legs, belly, and chest, he focused on his breathing. In, two, three, out, two, three. Over and over again until he thought that maybe the headache was gone. His belly still churned and his chest was still on fire no matter what though. Succumbed to the depths of his mistakes, Scald only just barely noticed the yearling approaching. Lifting his cheek slightly off the beach so the sand was clinging to him, he squinted at the boy. Aresenn? He was surprised the boy even made it out alive.

A smirk pulled at his lips as he woozily stood to his paws. "Aye!" He called out as his throat nearly gurgled with vomit. "What you doin' out 'ere so early?" Scald called as he stumbled toward the other boy.

S C A L D

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