Blackfeather Woods and there is time to kill today

Vaguely referencing his injury from here which I'm using to explain my lag.

Physical therapy was doing wonders for him. It seemed as if Mou would be in and out of some kind of therapy for his entire life, destined to be weak, silent, and useless. Those first few hours after finding the ghost should have been frightening; the feeling in his lower back had almost entirely vanished and yet, at that point, he had been too high to realize any difference between the poppies and a damaged vertebrae. But that had been a week ago, at least.

He'd been treated, and he could still walk, which was itself a blessing—but he was so slow now that it felt pointless for him to travel far. He was bound to this forest physically; it was like the woods were trying to corner him, manipulate him for their own purpose, but that made no sense. He'd never leave the woods without Maegi anyways. 

Thinking of her, Mou decided that he could brave an hour or two of struggle if it meant he could look at her face, or hear her voice. So he began to search for her—thankfully, fortuitously perhaps, she was not hard to find. He followed the sound of her voice until it became too quiet to find among the whispering trees; then, as he came upon her with head bowed, he waited a few minutes before huffing softly. Should she turn around she'd see pathetic little Mou, his hind legs struggling to stay "awake" and retaining a tremble; his tail hung limply behind them, likely never to move again.