Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

There was, for a time, intermittent quiet that surrounded him in his medicated state, and he welcomed it. Over the course of a few hours there seemed to be an electric, excited energy imbibing each wolf that came to see him; soon enough he was being roused and herded carefully outside of his shelter, prompted by his caretakers, until finally he was left exposed upon a blanket of fine hide like before. Being allowed to lay back down was a blessing—it took some effort to adjust himself, there was pain, but soon enough he was situated and adjusting to the strangeness of being out in the open.

He saw many faces that didn't seem familiar. Some, such as Seelie or Reed, he traced with his good eye and a slight lift to his chin. The effort of climbing all the way over here from his hide-away had taken a lot out of him; his hips were aching tremendously, and had he any awareness he would've reazlized that his breathing wasn't as laborious. He was healing, just very slowly. That last face he caught upon — a brief flash of pale white next to Reed — was the girl Maegi, who was wrestling a bit with a tiny blob of fluff and teeth. He sat there watching her the longest, until such time that festivities began - then he'd follow the speech with a wandering eye from person to person, much more curious now than in previous days.