His head throbbed horribly and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like sandpaper. His whole body felt tender and sore, his stomach hurt when he moved. He knew exactly why his stomach hurt- he'd spent a great deal of time in the early hours of the morning purging himself of everything that he had consumed at the celebration the night before. Including the copius amounts of alcohol he'd consumed. He felt rough this morning however and nobody would give him an ounce of sympathy. Of course, he already knew that it was self inflicted, that the wine he'd consumed the night before would have these affects on him in the morning. He'd just never really experianced it like that before. The giddy abandon with which one threw themselves into dancing, despite there being no music to speak of. Saul was fairly certain he hadnt made a complete fool of himself last night, but he had yet to speak to anyone to assess the damage. He'd woken so late this morning that his routine was off skewer, causing him almost to hyperventilate before Siku managed to calm him down. He'd taken his bath in the height of the day, but he'd been unable to bring himself to run his usual route around Ichika.
It was not well gone three in the afternoon and the male was wandering aimlessly around Ichikan territory. It was good to get himself aquainted with the territory and he also knew he needed to scope out the plants so that when someone was injured they would come to him and he could provide them with a good enough treatment. In truth, he was wandering blindly forward, his eyes drooped and the taste of vomit still on his mouth. He paused and slipped down the bank to the cooling waters of the East River. it played between his toes as he took deep, steadying breaths. When he felt as though he was more stable, he leaned down to scoop up some water, first washing his mouth out and then taking a sip of water. As it hit his stomach, he realised just how thirsty he was. Shifting down into his lupus form, he attacked the river, taking a big long drink. Once he was done, he straightened and shifted back up into his optime form. The soft satchel around his shoulders adjusted itself to the shift once more, the supplies within just audible. The male had decided it would make his life easier to carry round a small first aid kit so that if he met anyone out with cuts and bruises, he would be able to help there and then without having to return to Cerne Rise.
He clambered out of the river, first spotting Razekiel's hut, and then the horse who grazed outside. He smiled softly before moving onwards. A familiar scent escaped him as he moved towards another dwelling not too far away. He moved closer, a shape on the ground looking odd to him. Even in his alcohol induced sickness, he could see that something was wrong. He moved forward, identifying the sleeping body as Tawny. A basket lay to the side of her, as well as a huge mirror she had clearly brought back from her wanderings. "Tawny?" He called, coming to sit by her. It was then that he noticed the lesions on her paws, some of them cutting deep. With a sigh, he moved to pick up her left hand, examining it while she slept.
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