Feb 11 2016, 10:19 AM
"Speech"
What felt like a thousand spellcasts later, and Todd was finally able to stand. His hind legs were stiff and walking was a strain, dragging himself still easier by a longshot- but he was able to stand. He could hop, his hind legs moving in short and slightly-controllable bursts. About a metre at a time he could scurry along the ground before he had to sink down, pins and needles creeping into his toes.
The little one was on his own now, and struggling; and whilst he wasn't exactly as open-minded or welcoming as he'd been as a cub, he was beginning to climb, slowly, back towards recovery. Whilst ignorant agathism had been a pleasant way of living life, it had almost gotten him killed, and Todd resisted the urge to carry on his life the way he'd been before.
Today, at this very moment, Todd had hopped and twitched and scurried away from the lagoon at the foot of the waterfall. His stomach was growling, drowned out by the sound of the waterfall. But even still, the empty and pained feeling that it gave was enough to tell him what was wrong. Lying at the edge of a small pond, Todd watched the flickers of silver that passed him by. Tiny, tiny flickers, but the idea of what those flickers could be made his mouth water.
He watched and stared, waiting for the opportunity. When the hunger got too much, he lashed out with a bejeweled paw... he drew it back, along with a small weight. And there it was! A tiny silver fish, thrashing impaled on the end of his claws. Barely even a mouthful, but it was something.
Todd downed it in one, bones, gem and all disappearing into his muzzle.