Vigor

The panther's words would reach him, and Kyda would open his soft blue eyes just partway, gazing up at the large cat. Pained pants would escape Kyda, his mouth moving, but still no words would form. Agony now, happiness tomorrow. With the strength he could muster Kyda managed a small nod, showing that he understood. As long as he could pass this part... this trial... then he could begin living his new life. He would no longer be mocked as a princess by his cursed mutation. He could be free to be the wolf he wanted to be. The brute shuddered again, blackness edging his vision. He just had to... survive.

-Kyda passes out. End Thread.-