Patient Patience may be Required

The silver striped male didn't bother to sit up upon the arrival of the clan's shadowspeaker. He couldn't even be bothered to lift his head from his front paws as she entered the room.

"I see we're energetic."

His brown eyes rolled at the comment. A sour huff escaped his nose, blowing dirt from the concrete floor up in front of his dark, greyed muzzle. There she went again, just like all the other canna in this Rot'zo forsaken clan, trying to be friendly. Hara'Mukha had no need for friends. He had no need for companions of any kind. After all, he had been on his own thus far in his life anyhow. What was the point in changing now? His ears flattened at the thought. Things had to change now, things had become different, and there was nothing that could be done about it now.

Hara hadn't seen it for himself but he had heard others speaking and whispering. The landscape around the town had changed since the Rozo'ama akoda. There was no escaping anymore. Though, the elkhound would not believe it until he had seen it with his own eyes.

"How are you doing today? Any better? Less pain?" the merle canna added after tidying up the area a bit.

"Eh, no t'anks t' you an' yer Why'o 'ealers." he replied gruffly. Bracing himself on his stick-thin legs, he lifted his body into a stand. He held himself up proudly for a brief time - holding his head high and his tail curled healthily over his back - savoring his momentary triumph, though attempting to hide the lack of weight he was applying to his sore hind leg.

His dark ears folded back as his body began to betray him. His tail unfurled and drooped as his legs began to wobble. Being cooped up by his own volition for the past month had done the brute no favors. His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he dropped quickly into a sit, unsure even if he had done so by choice or lost all strength in his hind legs for a brief moment.

"Aya! Yer Why'o herbs an' met'ods er no good!" he concluded in an angry yelp, quick to blame anyone and anything but himself.

Dark tipped ears folded back in annoyance. Now she was mocking him? Well done, indeed - he had just fallen on his rump! Hara'Mukha's upper lip pulled back in an obvious display of disgust. 'Rest and exercise? You don't say?!' The brute swallowed his tongue to keep his silent thoughts just that - silent. It did not even cross his mind that other canna may need the encouragement or they may lack the basic knowledge of how to keep healthy. After all, nobody really thought about health and fitness unless they themselves became sick or injured.

He rolled his eyes at her comment regarding trying again. He didn't want to try again, his leg hurt and the Why'o medicine wasn't doing enough by his own standards. He let out another huff of annoyance before responding.

"Eh, mayb'eh you shou'd try gettin' beh'er herbs." His tail curled to its natural position upon his back as he spoke. "Yeh e'er heard o' the 'ealing plant wit' the yellow flo'ers? Smells like gr'und an' dir' an' is bih'er ta the taste."

Planting his paws firmly on the ground he raised himself to a standing position. His legs wobbling slightly as they held his weight. He postured to better prove his point - that he was better than Udu'e - and, raising a brow, gave her a wry smile. "Wot am I e'en sayin'? Uh c'urse ya don'. You Why'os prob'ly don' ev'n know aboot the glass 'ouses."

He took a few tentative steps forward, making sure to keep any weight off of his injured back leg. His smugness and drive to prove himself better than those around him was the only factor keeping his mind off of his sore joints.

Hara'Mukha's expression was that of stoic indifference. He let out a small huff at her response. Typical Udu'e Canna'a, always with her helpful demeanor and cooperative nature. He paused briefly at a thought. He hadn't seen any of those glass houses on his way in and around the town prior to being captured by one of the snags and thrown in that Rot'zo forsaken structure that had decided to crumple down around him and the other canna.

He looked at the collie with the spark of an idea glistening behind his dark eyes. "If ya git sum' sly canna togeh'her ya migh' be able ta raid the grimm cache," he suggested. Having had little to no instincts to avoid the humans in his younger years, Hara had stumbled into one of their shopping centers having been enticed by the fresh scents of foods. He had quickly been chased out and dealt a hard lesson that day, but surely in a place with so much abundance of edible items and other herbs would have the one he had mentioned to her.

Of course, the elkhound, himself, had no interest in invading a human building. Ever since those early life lessons regarding humans he had always opted to stay outside of their territories to the best of his ability. That was not to say that he was above wandering down a suburban street, passing by the many houses, and digging through their trashcans for any hidden treasures that caught the attention of his keen nose.

"Uh course I ain' gonna push 'yself too much! I know wot I can 'andle," he retorted. What was he, a ren? He rolled his eyes at her in an obvious display of disrespect as he padded towards the doorway the shadowspeaker had entered through. "In fact, I t'ink I'll go fer a wolk." His voice was snide and full of condescension. His legs wobbled and began to give way underneath him as his rump hit the concrete floor with a thump. A small cloud of dust formed around him from the sudden movement, the dirt flying up as it became unsettled. He turned his face away from the collie in a slight show of embarrassment. "Err, maybeh not. A nap seems a good opt'on too, if ih's all the same ta you."