Porcupine Ridge mica orb

in the cradle of darkness, sparrow dreamt. memories swirled in his mind and seeped to that of his dream. flashes of the time he'd knock his tooth loose beamed before him, running, breathless, falling — he sprung awake with a gasp, tongue swirling to where the missing tooth he'd once lost had long been regrown. he was not home, and this was no longer a dream. 

a few rapid blinks brought him back to the moment and brought his focus to the panther. a rumble stirred within his chest at the sight of her. he attempted to stand only to have the pain in his forepaw remind him of his tumble. she'd not killed him, and he did not know why. 

"what ya want?" he questioned through grit teeth, venom laced with every word.