Redhawk Caldera Achillea millefolium

For Elwood Jr. / Lowercase El.

He wasn't supposed to be up and about, but who was going to try and stop him? Njal hadn't seen many individuals during his waking hours, and he hadn't been wholly coherent for most of them anyway. But having forgone chewing up some herbs (and instead half-burying them when nobody was looking) he was awake. The pain wasn't numbing his senses, but rather, making him more aware - it was the perfect time to try and stretch his legs. It hadn't been long since his return to the caldera, a few days maybe. Not nearly long enough for his cracked leg to heal at all; not to mention his dislocated hip, which throbbed with constant pain.

The pain kept him lucid, but not sane.

Njal pulled his front-half up first, wobbled a bit, and then slouched back down. He tried pulling his hind-side up next, balancing all his weight on his good leg, and then lost his balance -- and luckily, landed more on his belly than either of his limbs. He was breathing heavily by the end of his first attempts, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he took in great heaving breaths. If he had been younger when the storm hit - maybe he'd have gotten away from that tree. Or better yet, he'd be better by now! With a huff, Njal settled back in to the rut in the dirt which his body had so far been occupying.