Whitebark Stream yes i am still alive unfortunately

he snorts himself awake from where he has laid out on his hide. how long has it been? the old bastard looks up, pulling his head from atop his large paws. his one good eye (and 'good' is a strong word) peers around in blinking pauses.

now where in the...

kursat grumbles his grievances, stretching out his forelegs first. everything pops, audibly, and the wolf unleashes a terrible and wretched noise. sounding like he is dying, something between a growl and a sneeze.

oh, good— slowly, he peels himself from the hide. it could do with a dip in the stream, perhaps wash some of that stink off. it was becoming so ripe, it was causing even his eyes to burn. putrid, absolutely! and kursat wasn't afraid of stench! gods! he finishes with a gasp.

he nips at the nape of the hide and begins to drag it towards the flowing, icy water.