A Growing Boy... [Viviane]

He woke to a dull pain that felt like it was… he couldn’t even begin to describe it. Bone deep? He throbbed from one end of his body to the other and every extremity in between. A particularly harsh throb tore a soft whine of discomfort from his throat, though he clamped his jaws tightly shut, not wanting to wake his siblings if they were in.

He got to his paws, wincing as that sent a sharp jab of silent pain through his legs. The hell was happening? By the time he made it out into the cold, freshly-born winter night air, he felt like a fever had washed through him and taken savage hold.

The cold air stung his nose, welcome relief from the bizarre pains and fever. Holding still didn’t help, moving hurt more. “Gods above and below…”

It was a frustrated, gritted out groan of confusion. He made it to the stone circle and flopped at the base of one of the towering stones, shifting uncomfortably.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think