Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

As he moved in to rejoin the group it would be easily noticed that he was limping. Nothing was bleeding, nothing was outwardly wrong, but the hitch to his step had returned. Maybe he had pulled a muscle in his legs; it appeared to affect his hips more so than the limbs. Maegi might recognize the shift in his gait as being reminiscent of their shared time in Undersea. Whatever. He would manage.

All that energy had been wasted, but he didn't feel bad about it. Although his face seemed drawn and his breath was quick, Mou felt surprisingly exhilarated by the effort. When he caught Maegi's gaze he couldn't help but smile - and gave Ramsay an affectionate boop when he was close enough. We did goot. Not perfect, and they obviously hadn't gotten any food, but it was a good try for a new trio of hunters; he was proud.