Heron Lake Plateau Taurus

Tegan's Tears, where Towhee told him to wait. ;)
Backdated to October 30th. (-96 hours)

He woke slowly, the steady crash of the waterfall pulling him out of his slumber. It was still cold, but the rain had died down. Unfortunately, his proximity to the waterfall meant that he was constantly barraged by the mist that it kicked up on a constant basis. He shivered, feeling as wretched on the outside as he did on the inside. His mouth was dry, his fever rising, and his bladder somehow full even though he felt he hadn't drank in days.

Phox struggled to his feet, making his way over to a calmer part of the falls (stopping briefly to empty his bladder), eventually finding a place where he could reach the water. It was freezing cold, almost ice, but he drank anyway. It hit his stomach like a kick in the gut, and he winced, hoping that the food he'd gotten from Towhee yesterday wouldn't try to come back up. He closed his eyes and breathed for a few seconds, hoping somehow that would settle his stomach.

When he finally reopened them, a moose stood on the other side of the river, staring intently at him. It was almost as if it knew he could do no harm in his current state. Taurus, he murmured, remembering the name for the moose that hung in the sky on clear nights.