Chapitre 62: 62. Wasted

"This is so cute and ridiculous at the same time. I didn't thought this part of him existed." Shivani was saying as she sat beside the campfire, her knees raised to her chest. She was gazing intently at Thunder, who was too busy sulking in corner by himself. Zoya was still down with weakness of lots of lost in blood but, awake and supported by a big rock behind her back in half sitting posture.

Rox on the other hand, was resting, for the first time since they came, laying flat on the ground, near the fire.

"Thunder, why don't you come and sit with us." Shivani asked and Thunder considered it for a few secomg before vigorously shaking his head and turned back to the wall. Back to staring and sulking.

"What's wrong with him again?" Zoya asked. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt, that she wondered was who's.

"He's is kind of drunk, as in human sense. Consequences of being stung by a Pryfed hound." Shivani informed Zoya who's expressions turned pitiful.