From Fire, We Grow

All around him the world moved slowly, or rather he was the one moving slowly. Every thought, every movement seemed to require immense effort and so he had to gather his strength to make the simplest of motions occur. Once stout and heavily muscled he was now thin, his ribs showing beneath his unkempt fur. Nelu barely recognized himself but he had no strong feelings on the matter. He simple was as he was now.

Nelu spent most of his recovery gazing out the window at the sky. Samiri kept him company reading various manuscripts from the library and other items he had recovered on his travels. As he lay there listening to the tales of a warrior named Sunblade he heard his father call out to the pack for a meeting. It sounded important. Nelu rose shakily to his feet before he padded over to the stairs, gazing down them with a soft sigh. This was going to be a challenge. Still, he decided to try, accepting that he was going to be late.

When Nelu arrived there were a number of wolves already gathered. He slipped up one of the side ways up to the family table, taking a seat at the end to disturb the event as little as possible.