Fairspell Meadow shed every skin that no longer fits

thankfully, scarab notes, maegi does not seem to have issue with him wanting to rest. though, for the most part, scarab was left unbothered by any lone wolves that might've been roaming around the areas he's travelled thru he is looking forward to the ability to sleep without worrying about finding himself at the mercy of another's teeth. though, telling them that he would eat them ( not in any form a bluff ) if they didn't leave him alone might've been enough to ward off the weaker ones.

i will, scarab assures her. thank you, again. eventually, he would have to think of a way he might best return the favor of saving his life but for now ...he would rest up and when he was well enough he would begin assimilating himself to his new life in blackfeather. wearily, he pushes himself to his paws once more, unable to hide the wince at the sting from the cuts on his paw-pads and heads deeper in territory to a secluded and partially hidden place where he shuffles about for a bit and settles down to sleep, his petrified sandpiper tucked protectively and possessively against the curve of his chest.