It was humid out enough to rot bones and scatter dust.
Molten orange eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, blinking in silence as the heat set in. There was only a faint buzz to interrupt the stillness but it made little sense to him feeling so horridly exposed a head-full of dizzy spells that got worse the more he started to wake up. His pale hide pressed loosely upon the dirt stained with it's grim as ribs heaved in effort not to suffocate on the heavy air. A million little thoughts running rampant in his mind, leaving him slightly out of breath.
Every joint was stiff, a splash of grey on his ivory muzzle as he shifted his skinny hide into an upward position. The whole fucking world started to spin alarmingly, all the colors blending together making him utter a soft little whine as his stomach heaved in objection. He sat still for the next few minutes, leaning slightly on the trunk of a nearby tree. He had a rather nasty wound running down his left rib cage, a long and still bleeding statement that no sense to him. He inspected every inch of himself, licking the blood off and savoring the metallic taste.
He needed to find water, a parched throat burning like scorched paper. It was almost as if he had just woken up from a very bad dream, funny taste lingering in his mouth and making it hard to concentrate on what he had to do. A deep inhale, stumbling upward onto his paws and shaking off the excess. He inhaled again and started towards the smell of moister, stumbling through the brush without a second look back.
