~ ZEV ~
Zev had promised the healers he wouldn't shift until they'd cleared his wound, that the tissue was strong enough to withstand the process. So he walked in human form, all the way back to the Village, teeth set against the delay, but knowing if he didn't do as he'd promised they'd hobble him further.
He did go to the Trough first, to eat before he had to submit to being prodded and tucked into a bed again.
Despite the early hour, normally the Trough would have been half full of hunters and others with long days ahead. Yet only a handful of tables had bodies at them when he walked in. Zev frowned, but didn't have time to consider it as Dunken caught him just as he sat down with a plate, then Yhet's booming greeting made the trees shake as he entered the Trough and had to slide the bench halfway out to fit his long legs under the tabletop.
"It's good to see you on your feet, brother," Yhet beamed at Zev.
