Haunted Wood Too Close To Other People

The sight of his den being empty had immediately put him in a bad mood when he woke up. Pushing himself to his paws he tried to stalk out grumpily and ended up gasping and nearly faceplanting as the right front side of his body erupted in pain. Cursing the entire time he hobbled toward the river and spotted Valium wading in the shallows for once ignoring his presence completely as he strode to the shore himself and lowered his muzzle drinking like a man fresh out of the desert. The trip to Easthollow had kicked his ass and upon returning he'd passed out for almost an entire day, drugged on Poppies to ensure he slept in Clay's absence. Now his tongue was like sandpaper inside his mouth and the river water was the only thing he gave a shit about.