Duskfire Glacier Bring it

Artok lay in the den looking around. He was slowly going stir crazy, the simple fact was though he couldn't really move around yet. He sniffed at the poultice on his back and wrinkled his nose. It was not a nice smell, it was helping his back. But as was usual for those of youthful design, he was growing bored with not being able to move. He shifted and shifted again, and looked around.

He painstakingly began to drag himself towards the outside. He wouldn't go the whole way out. He just wanted to stick his head out and look at the world outside. Granted it was very possible that Scarlett would stop him, and it would tick him off. But the she wolf had grown on him, and though he strongly believed he was incapable of making proper connections. He did love her in a weird child/mother way. It was strange, he had never been doted on before, and it was a strange change to his other wise straightforward world.