I Moved Farther Than I Thought I Could

Kharn was finally feeling like himself again. He'd been out of commission for so long that he'd almost forgotten what the outside world looked like. He knew of death first hand, their sister Gnar had died, so he was positive that was what was going to happen to him too. He'd die of the same horrible sickness that had taken Gnar and that he'd just be gone exactly like her. It'd been a terrifying experience for the young male. The pneumonia had been severe and he'd never felt as bad as he had before in his life. Not that he'd lived that long anyways, but it was traumatizing all the same.

And then suddenly he began to feel better.

Even when he'd begin to recuperate his Mom still kept him confined to the den. She was worried that going out would get him sick again and that something as simple as bacteria would attack his weakened immune system. So much to his own dismay, he remained in the den until he was completely better. Now he was just ready to get out and about and figure out what the hell he'd missed.

He wasn't sure what to expect, he'd known the weather was getting warmer, but he hadn't expected summer to be this ... well hot. It was just awful for the boy. He retained the same coat as the majority of the Ancora line. Fluffy and completely built for the Winter. He'd only spent about ten minutes outside and he was already baking. "This isn't fun at all" he pouted to himself.

Still he'd been cooped up so long he was reluctant to go back to the den. If he'd had his way he'd never go back again. He doubted Avalon would like that though so he'd enjoy it while he could. So he started his little adventure by making his way towards the old weird thingy made of what looked like dead trees. The first thing he noticed however was the strange machine thing (the tractor) that was by the dead tree structure. His focus didn't remain on it for long as he noticed another wolf laying on top of it.

"What are you doing up there?" He asked curiously as he approached.

"Speech"