Spike fell to his knees, claws digging into the stone below him. He let his head down and fell back against the rocks of the fissure that led into the mountain. He just looked up at the sky, eyes heavy and tired. He felt the familiar tight raspiness in his chest that would ordinarily summon a coughing fit but his throat was too dry and he was too tired to clear it. All he could do was lay there, Whirlwind wheezing beside him as the cold mountain air billowed and blew away the rising heat from the dragonlands.