Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

His cackling waned as the sensation on his tongue grew strong. It didn’t hurt, per se, but was strange and pleasant. It felt heavier than usual in his mouth and seemed almost jittery on the surface and made his saliva run faster. Nothing to be worried about, surely, or Astara wouldn’t have brought him this creature to bounce around.

He watched his mother drool heavily on the poor toad as she placed it down. Aventus, too, felt drool sliding over his gums and across his lips. He sloppily swept his tongue over his nose, leaving it shiny. He waved his tail high above his hindquarters as the toad began hopping back to him. Momentarily forgetting all about his injures, he leapt for it, only the yelp shrilly and recoil when his left side exploded with pain.

Right, right, he wasn’t supposed to move a lot. Evien would kill him for this. Aventus recovered quickly enough. The firm wrap secured his rib cage so there was little fear of the broken ones shifting and puncturing anything. Without it, he’d probably have pricked his own lung by now. Much more slowly and cautiously, he went for the toad, leaning to slap his tongue across its bumpy back for a few seconds before he pulled back one paw and gave it a swift kick, sending the hapless thing rolling back to mother. All the while, his gums started to feel numb and drool began dripping from his lower jaw.