Post-Cubefall exhaustion

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.

Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.

Still, he misses the simplicity of it.

Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...

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[ohnoitsjools]

The last few days have been very confusing for Jools. The bar was filled with as many Lego blocks as he could possibly want, and there were animals everywhere.

Just as soon as it came, it seems to have vanished. Jools now has no Lego blocks to play with, and that big dog tore up his ball.

So he wanders over to the fireplace to just watch the fish until something more entertaining comes along.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart doesn't mean to be that.

He lies in his chair, folded up in ways you'd doubt such a tall, broad man could fold, one leg hanging over the armrest, looking mostly dead.

A rat comes and obsequiously refills his coffee.

[ohnoitsjools]

After some time, Jools gets bored with the fish. Eventually, he notices Urquhart, looking quite poorly.

"Are you sick?" he asks. "Only you look sick. You should probably drink some chicken broth or something."

[scots_wolf]

"Worse," Urquhart says. "It's not safe to talk to me. Ugh!"

[scots_wolf]

"I am," Urquhart says, looking up to him. "But it was worth it!"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart turns his head towards Finvarra, and his leg flops over the armrest of the chair.

"I don't really mind," he says. "It was good. Very good!"