His wounds had healed nicely and fortunately it seemed that there was no permanent damage to his head at all from the collision with the tree. One thing Sorrel had acquired in his accident however was a companion it seemed. Atlas, his mother's companion was quite tolerable though never had Sorrel sought a companion of his own and even now the boy felt that Ellingham was certainly someone he could live without. The red owl still refused to stray too far however and no one else seemed to mind him sticking around, it seemed that he was fighting a losing battle and the bird would be here to stay for now.
At the moment however Sorrel had escaped the owl and now found himself wandering alone outside of the shrine, revelling in the moment of peace he now had. Sharing the space with the pack was rather cramped in his opinion, there was too much noise and too much company, he was most certainly not one to cope too well in crowds. At least now that he had proven he was still functioning correctly they had mostly stopped fussing over him.
