Blackfeather Woods Insight IV

Anyone in the Ivory Rose

And then, the fever had turned.
And he was not dead.
And somehow, his appetite returned. Strength followed slowly after, for @Takiyok was good to him and kept him fed as much as she could, limited only by his inability to keep it all down.

The days passed, and at last, the prince was well enough to venture beyond the den and the brook where @Rowan had pulled the water to flush the abscess. The swelling reduced, and the day was bright enough that the cream-coated wolf felt energy enough to attempt a stroll. For once, there was little on his mind. He felt fortunate. His body ached, and hurt, but it was not dead. Taikon knew that the worst was behind him. There had been no seizures, no more attempts at murder from those in the east. The danger was behind them, and slowly, there were new and good and beautiful things to look forward to.
The forest of crows was dark even on bright days, but there were parts where the sun shone through enough to grant warmth. These were the places he sought as he walked.
Taikon lifted his head toward the sky as his weakened limbs stepped upon the Woods good and pure earth again, for even covered in ice and flooded with black birds, nothing mattered beyond these moments of beautiful, warm sunlight.
He smiled.