[ talk to me, tell me i'm fine ] — open; division ceremony

[daniel]

The first sign that he was, in fact, still alive was the pained groan that left the undergrowth. He didn't think he broke any bones, he figured he would have felt it and all he felt was a few new bruises that would be sore later, but that was tolerable. "I'm okay." Came the tired response, though he refused to move just yet from the ache of hunting down totems and rolling down half a volcanic trail. Rocks were not your friend. He almost wanted to shove his face into the rather lush soil when it clicked that Keona had tracked him down first, but he figured that if anyone would give him the benefit of not making fun of him it would be the blind dealer.

Now give it a few minutes, give or take, and he did plant his face directly in the dirt. Perhaps too obvious as to why, but to his surprise and overwhelming relief, Vayne didn't laugh either. She just sounded excited rather than humored by the fact he just summersaulted into some leaves. The wolf lifted his head finally, shaking out his fur and blowing a piece of leaf off his face in frustration before switching back to the usual. "I did it! I did it..." He blinked, echoing that fact as if he hadn't realized just yet that he was done, or it hadn't sunk in. Not that he had any time to further process it, as he let out a quiet squeak immediately at the hug from the kitten. Like a voice crack, which was...not smooth at all. "Th-Thanks..." He'd like to return the hug like he had previously but by the gods he was sore, and too tired to think smart things.

[glow=black,2,300]— ❤ —[/glow]