Starglow Basin ícaro

Nokht felt wholly out of place here. 

His leg wasn't all that much better, but it was wrapped, and that was more than he'd had a few days ago. Boy spent most nights whining in his sleep, if he wasn't jolted awake and corrected for such misdemeanours. Bags under his eyes as a result, he didn't get much real rest.

Cartel got their wish at least. Precious hostage couldn't run. 

The wounds on his belly had turned to scabs, irritating, itchy, scabs. He adapted to the pain only because there was no other choice.

Maybe someday, when he grew up, this would all be a distant memory. For now it was real as the stone beneath his paws, stone of the prison, so detached from that of home. Colder. No sprawling vines or blooming flowers. No trickle of water from the heavens. 

But he got sick of laying around, staring at the same corners, no siblings to entertain him. He'd gotten bedsores from waiting to heal, and there was much time to go yet.  With every ounce of strength, he tried to balance without his shattered leg, pudgy limbs shaking, but determined. He made his way to the entrance, not to run, god not to run...

He just wanted some sunlight. Wanted to feel some warmth in place of all he was missing out on. 

He hoped his brother and sisters were okay.