Alive at Dawn

As fresh moss dragged across the torn skin of his shoulder Jakart grit his teeth and endured the cleaning of the wound with a bit more of a stoic demeanor despite the lancing pain that shook and tensed his whole body. Callisto informed him that the injury to her scruff wasn't in need of attention right now, which was a fair statement considering the state he himself was now in. Without stopping her work for even a moment he saw the healer turn to address the wound on his muzzle. Each time the moss came up from his neck towards his face a sapphire eye watering up to blur the image of his caretaker.

The marigold petals were placed over his wounds and caused him to shift in discomfort as the constant sources of irritation were left in place. All for the betterment of being healed as Callisto voiced her satisfaction of the medicines application. "That's good," Jakart's sides heaved in a deeply exhaled breath. "I will. Had the best dream while drifting..." He had seen Tahlia. His mother holding and comforting her son in the few moments he had drifted willingly beneath the waters before he awoke and rose to the surface. "Thank you." The grey wolf mumbled. Under the watchful gaze of a friend he lay in the warm rays of the sun, limbs curling inward against his chest as he tried not to disturb the placement of the marigold. A paw was worked underneath a cheek and Jakart finally closed his eyes and surrendered to a warm and comfortable rest.

-Exit Jakart via sleep-