Bearclaw Valley You must be, or you wouldn't have come here

It was a shaky descent back to his rump, and from there, Aventus slid to the stony ground. He was so confused and lost, but he kept his eyes on Arielle; she was his rock and she would steady him. He felt like he had disappointed her, being unable to leave right away, but he didn’t have the capacity to dwell on it now.

Maybe if I just nap here, he said drowsily, muzzle drooping toward his legs. Sleep was all he wanted right now. It was too much to watch the world spinning or to try to fill the gaps in his memory with what she told him or to process Val’s betrayal, but maybe when he woke up, he would be able to remember.

His eyelids were so heavy.