Zanu finally decided to get up, but he wasnt going to the den. His wounds had healed, and were covered by his rusty red stained fur. He as about to pick up Khar but he got up, ruffling his feathers, still wobbly. "Its ok Zanu" He said. "I can stand up now." Zanu nodded and crouched low. Khar swiftly hopped onto his shoulder. He got up again and scanned the landscape. He needed a walk, he could smell something into the air. He recognised it, but he had travelled to so many places he couldnt remember what it was. He followed the scent to find a vast body of water, ahhh, that was it. The edge, as his pack would call it. He looked around, he was thirsty, but he couldnt drink from this water, he wandered around abit, until he found a clear pool of water, he noticed the black fea. He slowly stepped out of the shadows and took a long gulp of water.
