Emberwood Did you wonder where I've been all night

At first, it seems rejection is imminent, and his ears fall against his crown as the other stammers. But then — an invitation. The most welcome thing he's heard in days. He nods quickly, stepping forward without thinking. The abruptness of the movement throws his balance off, and he stumbles forward, face first into the man's chest with a rather undignified squeak. Even the soft pressure of fur against his head hurts, along with the way the movement stretches and tears at the claw marks across his chest. He can feel himself bleeding more, maybe even getting a little blood on the other male's pretty pale fur as he pulls himself away. Sorry, He mumbles, backing up, crouching a little now to avoid pitching forward again, or any other direction. His legs feel weird now, all limp and uncooperative, like jelly beneath him. It makes it even harder to stay on his feet when the pain in his head suddenly intensifies and the world starts to spin.