Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

He was so tired.

He was also depressed. His den felt wrong without the silver male to greet him. His chest and shoulder were wrecked but thus far scabbed nicely, staying shut if he didn't move too much. The journey to Easthollow and back had pushed his ankle and shoulder too far though and every moment was like fire burning through his leg. Poppies helped. 

Poppies had begun to help everything, the world seemed brighter and much more tolerable with the fluttery haze it gave him. Having chewed a couple he greeted Clarence with a thump of his tail and a slow lift of his head, feeling only friendly warmth and pleasure to see him up and walking "Yeah Clarence?" he asked as he began to push himself into a sitting position though he struggled because his leg.