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...

Comments

[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."