Two Rivers Isle We'll drive until the gas is gone

You and your wordy posts are contagious!

Phox had kept to himself in the past week he had been Mu. His lone objective was to feed himself through hunting small prey, sleep as much as he could, and watch the night sky for whatever it might tell him. His routine had been working. His fever had broken just a day or two after finding a warm, dry place to sleep on the outskirts of his new/old home, and his chest had cleared up not long after that, making his breaths easier. He had avoided everybody in the pack, lest he pass on whatever sickness he had picked up. Aside from his brief encounter with Towhee, he had not spoken to a soul.

Today he felt even better. The only thing lacking was his endurance and general strength, but those would take time to recover. He had woken up early enough to catch the last hour of the night turn into dawn, watching the stars he loved so dearly slowly fade away into the sunlit sky. No matter where he went or what he did, he always had them above. Leo had been visible, along with Gemini, the twins. In the past, he had made a strong connection with the latter, considering his former relationship with Towhee, but that seemed distant and faded now.

The rest of the morning had been spent catching some small game: three rabbits. He had eaten the first one on the spot, and he had stashed the other two in an existing cache for the rest of the pack, determined to give back.