The sucky part about getting a charlie horse wasn't that it hurt, it was that your muscles refused to co-operate and ended up feeling stiff and sore. So it was that the white wolfos had a limp.
And running was out, at least for a little while.

Usually he got right back on his feet, but not this day. This day it was just a pain. Using a cane was a bit drastic, but hey, do what you had to do. No fighting, no running, no chasing cats or minipets and worst of all.. he was going to be late to breakfast and miss the few strips of bacon that were usually there. A small whine left him as he thought about the fatty strips of pork, and how by now they would be gone.

Really, tragic.

Limping along, feeling hungry and pathetic, Frost wanted to just lay down and curl up and be fed and pet and not have to do anything.

Being 'hurt' sucked.