Fairspell Meadow I Would Have Written...

Massaraq's tumble had left him sore and aching, walking was uncomfortable but possible and he hoped that the bruises and whatever possible less tangible injuries would fade with time. He could not long afford to be hindered alone as he was. Feather tucked behind his ear he had stowed his package somewhere safe so that he might explore the meadows, hoping to find the trail of game that he could hunt even in his state.

His paws struck the earth evenly for all the discomfort held in his shoulders and he was beginning to learn to move more silently over the world.

@Andras