[BEAR.]

Days trickled by, and slowly Wolfpaw was feeling a bit better. He was visibly shaky, weakened by a combination of the poison that had coursed through him, and the lack of activity from almost two moons of bedrest.

But he was determined. Outside of the meeting and Bumba's den, he hadn't been out much and he wanted.. to be more than some gaunt scrap wasting away.

He only managed to get a few fox-lengths away from Bumba's den before he had to pause, hunched down while he tried to recompose himself. He was.. so tired already.