Whitefish River Heart strung, young and dumb

| look who's back for a while B]
| swollen left hind leg, hairline fracture. swollen front left ankle, sprain. scrapes and bruised all over, swollen right eye
| Partly Cloudy 78F
| 5:45PM 
| @Ira, @Speedy too if she wants to join

How long had it been? It felt like an eternity since he was wandering, trying to once again find his way back since the incident. For the past few weeks, he wasn't just lost like before, his head whirred and still hurt - was it rabies? Was he infected after all and this was all a part of the infection? With all the rain lately, it didn't' seem likely. He drank normally, thankfully there was plenty of that to find even while hunting seemed impossible with his legs. 

He should be dead. How was he not? Whoever was looking down on him from above was surely favouring his luck. He didn't need to see or feel to know he was a mangled mess, the way his body reacted to demands was enough to know something was terribly off after the landslide, it only felt like his limbs were getting stiffer, bigger from the looks of them too. 

But he made it back. He always would. Only death would keep him from returning home, back to Kaistleoki, back to Ira who had only recently given him more responsibility. Oh dear, Ira. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, painfully as it weighed him down. She must be disappointed, remembering the last time he had gone missing. Once again returning skinny and this time a wounded, useless mess. Even if he did come crawling back in the end, was it acceptable? 

As he sat at the borders, the ones he had memorized so dutifully, he sat in silence for a little while longer as he pondered over what would certainly come. Swallowing several times, nervously, nearly choking on the saliva, he took a deep breath and finally called.