Muroki couldn't believe how good it felt to be 'okay' again. Just returning to his usual fit n' healthy state felt fantastic after being weak and in pain for an extended period of time. The sharp splinter of rock lay not-quite-forgotten back in the desert where it belonged and the king's shoulder was mending well. The fur was even growing over the raw-pink mark of the healing cut, since it'd been deep but very small. Not even a scar would be there in time thanks to Fedha's medicines.
This morning was the first since the ambush he could walk amongst his Clanmates without a pronounced limp. Only the third time he'd got out of the sickbay den too. He had so much catching up to do...of ourse Johari had told him what was going on while he'd been out of it but it wasn't the same.
He needed to go see Mo and Safi and their darling young ones, work out with Kwaruza and Dimu when to set their next lesson, make sure the cheetons were settling in okay...but first to see Laini. Almost as dear to his heart as Johari but in a very different way, he was in search of his teal 'sister'.
