Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

Phox barely registered the other wolf's reaction, but now that the very initial shock had worn off to some degree, he heard him ask for water. Still choking and gasping on the smell and taste, Phox gestured to his left. There was a stream up that way, although he wasn't sure how much good it would do. The silvery wolf stopped several times to roll in the snow, thinking that might help the sting and stench, but it didn't do much to alleviate the pungent odor.

When he finally made it to the water's edge, there wasn't much more than a trickle coming down. What terrible luck! That didn't stop Phox from sticking as much of his face as he could into the icy water, immediately regretting that decision. The sudden drop in temperature soon had him groaning and whining for another reason: he'd just set off a migraine. He saw sparks of light, which meant that this was only a taste of what was to come.

He slumped down on the bank of the trickling stream, now in pain in more ways than he cared to think about.