spent ten years in a haunted room

Things had been... strange. Strange since he'd properly come to, and since the boy had begun to regain his strength. Too many new faces inside the pack, and too many changes, since he'd last been afoot. Vendrick didn't know how to put it into words, though it didn't seem he needed to.

Still sensitive to light, the boy takes to wandering only after the sun has set. A dull aching in his head, pain that's only begun to subside over the last few days. At least the cough had gone away, and his ribs were beginning to ache less. If only his joints would cooperate in the same way, then they'd be in business.

It's early evening, by the time he makes his way out to the greenhouse. Carefully picking his way through them, Vendrick checks on the plants. Watering dry soil here and there, but mostly, they're well tended to. At least it's something to do.

"Vendrick Carpathius"