hard to breathe - open; washing up

MERRICK - MALE - PHARAOH HOUND

Perhaps he was wrong in wanting him to be okay because the runt is already blabbing his gums a hundred miles an hour. If he had brows they would most certainly be twitching right now. Then again he always had this effect on him, a balance of wanting to throw him into the sun or simply sort of liking him. Heavy on the sort of. Regardless the pharaoh hound watched him and his jaws clench with clear annoyance before he looked away, trying to steady his breathing and access the situation but he could because or Hillian. Turning his grey and rather furious gaze back to the cat he snapped his jaws. "Can you just shut your mouth for a moment you little short dumbass." He frowned deeply but then again that was a normal occurence for him. He never smiled, not even once in front of Hillian and he had to try and refocus his concentration after listening to him go on and on. Pfft, like he would sink like a rock. He knew how to fucking swim. Yet after a moment his mind seemed to catch up with the words the feline had been spewing and slowly his tongue swiped against his own teeth slowly as if he would notice a change.

"Wait, what's wrong with my mouth? What are you even talking about? You know what, nevermind. We need to figure out where the hell we are so just stick close to me." He narrower his eyes on the orange furball before he turned and started to make his wau along the coast of the beach they had washed up on, pushing wood and other debris out of his way as he want. That was when he noticed just what Hillian was talking about. His eyes widened a bit and he stared before his expression shifted into something rather off putting. "Oh....."