Sleep could not find him in the past few days, making him to be nothing more than a zombie as roamed around the empty compound that once held such prized memories. Those prizes were tarnished and scuffed, the polish grown dull but he did not dare buff it back to its old glory. Naive a child was naive to the world that revenge created and loss destroyed.
He felt a sense of pity for himself, though he would not wish for the veil to be placed back over his eyes no matter how much it all hurt now. The feeling to sulk had fleeted and now all that was left was insomnia eating away at his psyche, draining him of coherent function and he was starving to remedy it. At one point he had found some herbs or so he thought while he foraged for some pain killers. They hadn’t had the texture of flowers or stems. They were spongy and gilled and then everything else became nothing more than white noise. He couldn’t remember what happened as he came to, his head spinning and his stomach a little queasy as he laid there in silence in the middle of the forest floor a decent distance away from his den.
Slowly his eyes would open, flickering and dazed but he was conscious for once instead of drifting along the wind. The world felt like it was spinning and his legs twitched where he rested as if the nerves were firing without his say so. Letting out a huff, he rolled onto his back, stretching his limbs out as if it might take the spasms away in the process and while he did so he would realize what he actually consumed. A smile twisted his lips and he let out a single dazed laugh as he took in the fact he had eaten mushrooms.
Was he even alive? He couldn’t really feel his face as he lowered his paws to rake his claws against his cheeks, pulling down the lids of his unfocused eyes. So many varieties could kill a wolf but, in the moment, he didn’t care as he lazily watched the clouds above roll by and let his paws fall back to his chest without a care in this mundane world.
