Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

the weeks of recovery had been long. they'd been taxing, for both him and those who cared for him. above all though, they'd been painful. the initial treatment upon his arrival back to the spear had not been met with any resistance, mainly due to the lack of energy he had to offer. 

however as wounds mended and he regained some spark, he'd pressed against certain herbs that burned upon initial placement. he knew his mother and any others that tended to him meant well, but he resisted in a similar way to a child fighting the inevitable vaccines.  

though the most draining part of his healing was the inability to do much of anything. he'd been kept to strict bedrest, and while he did not wrestle against this, there was some spirit lost to the healing ulaq that he did not know if he'd ever gain back. 

despite his mother's constant presence, there was a loneliness he could not place. a frustration that burned. it burned for the girl who hurt him, and it burned because he could not doing anything about it. maggak visited when she could, alaric stopped by to check-in every now and then, anaa was off venturing. and yet the most he could do to interact with them without experiencing a restricting soreness to his neck, was chat about all that they'd done in the passing weeks. 

he wished to be beside them, and yet...

sleep was common company, even now he slumbered while cradled in the warmth of his mother. it was only at the unexpected sound of his father's voice that he was pulled from his dream. a few weary blinks tugged him from the void, a paw raised to rub tired eyes.