Sawtooth Spire maunon

He tried to keep the flinching to a minimum, though the word “unpleasant” didn’t quite encompass how he felt throughout the treatment. By the time Mahler finished by applying something that smelled earthy and sweet, Caracal felt exhausted.

The goop on his face felt weird as hell, and Caracal didn’t quite know how to hold his head to keep it in place. This uncertainly resulted in the yearling sprawling on his side, his good side flush with the cool ground. He just lay there, practically blind, once more thinking of his older sister. How the hell did Fennec manage?

He heard Mahler comment about their travel plans, then ask a question. He wondered if Heda would field it but remembered the look on her face. These two clearly had some sort of history and Caracal doubted she really wanted to engage with him much. Despite being worn out, he could at least make his mouth work.

No, we came from Bimbos Summit. It’s way out west from here and there’s no way I feel up to heading back there. I honestly don’t know how the heck I’m gonna get off this mountain. I can barely see and my depth perception is probably shot to hell… Caracal mused, then glanced over at his “wife.”