Sun Mote Copse beware the jabberwock, my son!

Crow still felt like (and smelled like and looked like) shit, but seeing Dad here lifted his spirits a little bit. He said they should go get some water, and Crow nodded, thinking that would be a nice way to cool off his butthole and settle his stomach. Begrudgingly, he moved forward toward the stream, hoping that his body was done spewing from both ends for the time being.