Ouroboros Spine [m] why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?

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time brought peregrine healing. he stilled at the warmth of @Kukutux; at first, he behaved much like a feral cat, hackles always frilled and pupils always pin-pricked in her presence. he watched her. she fed him.
slowly, over the passage of days and weeks, he grew to trust her. in some ways, she reminded him of the mother maegi hadn't been. he felt himself begin to soften when she came to visit him. he even recalled smiling at her, once or twice.
he kept to his medicine. when he was able to walk, he stumbled through the spine and collected whatever store of spare poppy seeds and herbs he could find within the healers' workstations. one here, two there; he hid them beneath his bedfurs and assumed they wouldn't be missed.
he anticipated nightfall, when the moonglow wolves retired and he could drag himself out to the lake. tonight was one of those nights. silence etches the trees and glints across the dim light cascading along the waters. he sits at the gravelly edge where his toes just barely touch the shore, and swallows the seeds one by one; each time they fall back on his throat, he shudders with relief.
now, he only needed to wait.