Greatwater Lake Free and swimming in my own blood

The boy was rudely awakened, but he did not contest. The events of his meeting with the pale man had settled in, now, and he knew making a mistake would result in anger from Xan, and Xan's anger would be scary. So he had slowly awoken, not knowing that today marked the day that he was 15 weeks of age, nor would he have especially cared. His desire now was to avoid angering Xan, so when the man nudged him, he had followed, albeit at a slower pace and lagging slightly behind. 

He had grown, ad was still growing, quickly. His tail was more then a worm, feathery and pufy, his pelt growing in thicker and his eyes have reached their final shade, a beautiful saphire blue. Of the changed, he was anaware, but his rapid growing made it slightly harder to manage his body, and he was becoming rather clumsy. 

Such was the reason for his delay when he drew up beside Xan, panting, and staring at the woman, fur askew and the odd branch or clump of earth stuck in his pelt. He'd groom it later, now he just wanted to please Xan.