[P] Convalescence
Ooc: Wordtober Day 15: Hackles | Backdated

He thought on what had happened and stared blankly at the moon as it rose. Hackles kept at a permanent half raise rippled with unease. It did not feel like home, not anymore.

Caspian sighed and pressed a knuckle against the pain in his temples, his stomach cramped with hunger and yet the idea of eating made him nauseous.

The ocean washed the sand in around his toes, morosely he watched the tiny grains being dragged restlessly and felt connected with them deeply.

Cold water soaked into his fur. He couldn’t bring himself to care other than to slide himself half-heartedly a few inches up the beach.

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