[He bares his teeth like a cornered animal, tries to pull back away from the witch. There is water running through the walls, sliding through the pipes, and Saguru pulls, tries to call on the strength of the moon and the pulse of the tides.
The pipes creak, water backing up, but nothing changes. He is a selkie, he is terrified of the inevitable capture and enslavement that he knows will come when the witch (when anyone) knows what he is.]
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[He bares his teeth like a cornered animal, tries to pull back away from the witch. There is water running through the walls, sliding through the pipes, and Saguru pulls, tries to call on the strength of the moon and the pulse of the tides.
The pipes creak, water backing up, but nothing changes. He is a selkie, he is terrified of the inevitable capture and enslavement that he knows will come when the witch (when anyone) knows what he is.]