Coran focused on his recovery. Alas, while he was improving it was not going the way he would have liked. He had taken care to eat and keep himself hydrated and so he now was back to his original weight. But alas, strange symptoms remained. He could feel the lingering soreness in his lower back and the effort it took to get his hind legs to follow his front. The delayed motion left his gait strange and uneven. He'd been reassured that it would just take time and physical therapy but as a new season fell upon the land he began to doubt.

Coran settled down amongst the tall grass near a small creek. The bugs were already out in full force but with the rising heat he wished to be near water, just in case he had a bout of mobility issues.

Ardyn Adravendi

With Tel returning, Ardyn felt mostly at peace. Coran’s health, however, was a concern. His brother was alive, and getting better, but it was clearly going to be a long journey before Coran was chasing down stags and fighting off mountain lions at his side again. The ever-present spring fed pool outside the Alcoves’ entry provided a sweet, cold drink, especially as the warm weather rolled in. But, given how long his brother had been cooped up, Ardyn didn’t blame Coran for moving farther afield today, although it gave him a twinge of concern. After all, Valhalla hadn’t yet been revived from its ashes and the Plains weren’t defended by the pack’s patrols. So, as he found his sibling’s scent trail, Ardyn’s path diverted to follow Coran’s trail, and he smiled as he came upon him by a stream. He dropped beside Coran with a soft wuff of greeting and for a moment he simply let the sounds of the Spring day caress his ears before he asked, “How’re you feeling today?” _____________________________________________________________________ Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ----  "Hear" ---- Think

Insects hummed in the background as Coran drank. He licked the water off his chin and leaned back into the grass. Pulling his hind legs closer to his body, he wrapped his tail around himself. His ears flicked up as he heard someone approach. Through the grass his brother appeared and asked how he was doing. "Better than yesterday, yet still worse than I was."

Coran sighed heavily. "The slowness of this recovery is proving as hard as the disease, perhaps even harder now that I'm aware of every slowness and ache in my body." He mustered a gentle smile. It was his burden to bear and he would bear it. "And you? I feel it's been awhile since we last talked."