11th of Spring, 515 AV
early afternoon
Kyo had something he needed to do: he had to go in and look through every building in the entire blue city. Though he had been searching the streets for his boy and had not yet found even a hint of his scent, it was not enough. Kyo had to check everywhere. And after that was done, then he would probably check again. Just to make sure.
He just wished his leg was working right.
Coming back to the blue city, though it made Kyo very happy to be around people again, had meant getting hurt, for Sister had not wanted him to come to this place again. Before, when they had first come to Riverfall, something had been wrong here... there had been a badness in this place, and that badness had made everything not like it was supposed to be. Brother had been angry and snarling and biting, and Sister had trusted and even liked the human-forms. Because of the wrongness, he and his dogs had left the city, had waited for the bad to pass out in the grasses. As soon as it was gone, Kyo had wanted to come right back. Sister hadn't liked that, hadn't liked this place more than she'd disliked any place before. She'd torn into his leg with her teeth to show her anger.
That had been a while ago, some days, and his leg hadn't been too bad, had even seemed to be getting better... until yesterday when he went hunting and it got sore. And then this morning he had woken up and the wound had been hot and puffed-up and red. The bite had gotten him in the lower leg right around his knee on his left side, and where before it had only hurt somewhat to move his leg, now he could hardly bend it at all it hurt so much.
Such a hurting leg made it hard to go looking for his boy, but he did it anyway, limping heavily around in human-form. It would have been better to be a coyote, since he would have three other legs to walk on. But it was difficult to get in through doors when he didn't have hands, and sometimes people didn't want the coyote in their shops. So he had to be human, dressed in the ragged long shirt that hung nearly to his knees. With every step on his bad leg he grew more tired and sick of the pain, and by the time he came to the next shop --a pretty place with pretty glass and smelling strongly of wood and spices and plants-- he had to stop after he opened the door and lean for a moment before hobbling in.
There were many places for sitting in this building, and so the coyote-man fell into the nearest, panting slightly. He wiped his brow with the back of one hand. Then he looked around, and inhaled deeply.
It was hard to get past the smells in here, smells that clogged his nose. A lot of people had come into this place, and he'd have to walk around more to collect all of their scents and try to make sense of them. He wished he could be in coyote-form. Smelling things was so much easier then.
