Death Warmed Over
01-15-2018, 06:46 PM
OOC: set immediately after their return. His injuries haven't been taken care of yet.
The first thing he became aware of was the sand in his eyes. He tried to ignore it; to drag himself back into the sleep that was so sweet and painless, but it was too late. Once he became aware of the grit in his eyes it was impossible to keep from noticing other things. Hoarsely, he called, "Mutter?" He was home, wasn't he? The last thing he remembered was feeling relieved to have made it. The pain in his neck started to make itself known again and he groaned, the sound quickly turning into a frustrated growl. After deciding there was no going back to sleep he forced his eyes open. For several long moments his vision was blurry. He blinked several times and scowled irritably into the haze. Finally it lifted and his surroundings swam into focus. This was not home. Taufr heaved himself to his paws and lurched towards the den entrance with grim determination. He didn't know where he was, but he intended to find out. |