Wheeling Gull Isle poking a voodoo doll you didn't know i made

@Reed

Ever since the mitexi the boy had been more mobile, perhaps expected to adjust to his new status among these wolves as their patient. He had gotten used to the frequent visits in his hide-away. The adventure outside had been (if you forgive the pun) eye opening. It had been difficult and strenuous for his healing body, but he had done it and returned without too much trouble; there was always someone around to monitor him and now, feeling slightly liberated, Mou thought he could take on more.

He struggled to stand, but was persistent in his efforts. Most of the caretakers did not wish him further harm so they permitted certain amounts of physical strain (even if it led to frustration for Mou); he was doing this now, in fact. Struggling. Standing. His limbs would shake and he would come back to earth in moments, hissing and squeaking like a broken toy throughout the ordeal. It was pathetic, but he wasn't about to give up.