Healing through fighting

Time had passed, wounds were healing. There were still traces of pain but the sort one can ignore. Sometimes ghost pains came on, his nonexistent tail or the toes that no longer existed would suddenly say something hurt them, yet nothing was there to be hurt. These were things Rudy could move past and he couldn’t stand doing nothing a minute longer. There were deeper wounds in his heart that refused to heal when he spent so much time with lack of activity.

The normal chipper wolf had been quieter with less effort at fake cheer. There wasn’t a lot to be cheery about that his mind could imagine. So Rudy made his to the sparring area and howled for his brother. He needed to fight and he wanted it to be with family. He wasn’t going to be at his best, despite all the inner anger that burned in his soul the body needed strengthening to properly use it. So, if someone had to see him at his worst Art was the best choice.

Rudy started to get into an attack position while waiting, testing it then relaxed his muscles with a small huff of irritation at himself. He had tried to set his tail but other than some stub there wasn’t much to set in any position, sure wasn’t at risk of being bit. Yeah, he wanted to rip and tear into something. Were he stronger this fight would be taken off their land. He’d want the fight somewhere it was ok to tear into the partner but there was no chance he’d get a solid bite into his brother. Rudy cautiously stretched out, testing muscles then sat down to wait. Art could be busy so who knew how long the wait would be.

Rudyard Carpathius