Post-Cubefall exhaustion

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

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[sidhe_king]

"'Tis what you get for shapeshifting," he says lightly. He doesn't disapprove, notably.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns his head towards Finvarra, and his leg flops over the armrest of the chair.

"I don't really mind," he says. "It was good. Very good!"

[sidhe_king]

Fin just looks at him.

"Perhaps it was good for you," he says.

[scots_wolf]

"And who do you think it was bad for?" Urquhart asks.

[sidhe_king]

He chuckles. "I wouldn't presume to say it was bad for anyone, excepting perhaps the rabbits."

[scots_wolf]

"Very bad for the rabbits!" Urquhart laughs. "But there's lots of them, and we only hunted what we could eat on the spot. It was fun, hunting with others."