Weight off my broken back

Esther nodded, and politely as he could, finished eating the rabbits. He made an effort not to wolf them down like he used to, recalling previously taught ettiquette as best he could. Eventually the meat was gone, and he licked his chops before moving to stand. His head swirled a bit in complaint, but it was nothing like the bad headaches of before. He still wobbled a bit moving, uneasy on his own four feet after hours of laying down.

He went forward into the pleasant sunlight and stretched, forepaws out as far as they could go as he bent backwards. He shook himself of the stiffness, reinvigorated by the summer sun. He looked to Meadow again, silently asking for another reassurance that he could wander.