In the dog house

His paws was healing well, all thanks to Orchid's efforts. It seemed he might loose a toe, the one that had turned quite black and disgusting, but when compared to losing his life he was certain to take the trade. Within the next few days he was sure he'd be able to actually get up and start moving again, but for now he'd enjoy his drug induced state and the relaxing knowledge that he didn't have to do a thing for a few more days. A sigh would filter through his lips as he changed his position in the cave, wakefulness washing over him for a moment. He'd slept a lot the past few weeks, he'd really have to work hard on getting back into condition after this.

He'd feel the lack of Othello's presence again, and it seemed Orchid was on one of her trips back to Solstice, so he was quite alone that night. Though he missed the added warmth he couldn't deny the peace of solitude. Then he would hear his name. Sighing again he'd lift his head from his front paws, yellow eyes searching and finding his brother's curious face. He hadn't seen him in a minute. What did he need now? Surely he was busy caring for his pregnant woman. "I was, until you got here." He'd say, sleep evident in his voice but he was waking up. If his brother was in need he would get up.