Alive at Dawn

The veil that had been draped over his senses had dulled the pain and worry of the grey wolf. Eyes flickered behind closed lids as Jakart let out a wheezing breath as he remembered the moment just before he had found himself in the water. Callisto's scruff was held in his jaws, a familiar hold lacking any passion as he brought her out of the surging water. Maybe he would've nipped her flank for her to get a move on and away from the tide but he didn't recall. Jak's mismatched gaze remembered the brown swirling water, feeling himself being batter at all sides before something hard had struck his face.

He had lost all his breath with the pained cry as he kicked and clawed to the surface. The split skin stung his eyes with blood and it was in the next moment he was taken under again by the current. Raging and tumbling he fought to push off the bottom, side smashing into a submerged something, something pointed and painful. It was only then that the tide seemed to not be so forceful, so rough as it carried along it's victim throughout the night. Then there was the momentary dream. His mother. Jakart had seen her. Touched her. Tahlia. The way she nuzzled and loved him until it was time to stop telling her of the happenings in his life and awake. And now he was on the shore. Battered and bruised, but alive. A heavy sleep claimed him as the sun started to peak up into the morning sky to dry the male's muddied pelt. Jakart's body began to shiver as the cold left his limbs, eyes still closed and mind wanting to remember good things. Callisto... she had to be safely out of the territory now. Maybe she would go tell Lior what happened. His family desired to know what had become of him, that his final selfless act in life was one of good. The approaching pawsteps didn't rouse Jakart as the unknown approached.

An ear flicked at the familiar word, his name, it's speaker. Callisto had come to find him. That was nice of her. Jakart felt his face protest as the healer lifted his muzzle. "Ow." The word echoed in his head, barely mumbling in pain. With a sigh Jakart eased onto his left side and brought his paws against his chest. With a slow blink he opened his left eye to stare at down Callisto. "I'm glad you're ok..." Jakart sincerely whispered, right eye stinging with each blink. Oh... the wounds when he saw Tahlia... how was Callisto going to react to the sight of him? Apart from sore and torn in a few places his limbs still worked. A shallow lick was given against her cheek. An understatement, but he was beyond happy that she was ok and here with him.