Despite its growing exoskeleton, it shivered feebly against the wind. It took baby steps in multiple senses of the phrase. Birth had always been something to recover from, it recalled dimly, though it had no mother to huddle against nor pleasant emptiness of mind. All was not well, and it could not be, and worse still, it could comprehend this. No covers to hide behind - this was it.
Something barked in this distance. Someone. Weren’t they the same now? It rose its head stiffly, something clicking in its joints. A shimmering gold, like a flame - Warmth. Go near, - Made their merry way towards it, the ease of their run making envy rise under the creature’s skin. This is easy for him. Wait, him? Oh. Gender. Would it be a Him as well?
Too many thoughts, running in its head like a stampede. It didn’t know what it was doing, and the dog seemed to. Something reached for his mind - It blindly grasped for his stability, crawling forward as it did in a miserable attempt to match his energy. Its body snapped unpleasantly, movement more like a rusted, ageing machine than any animal Huckleberry might’ve seen before.
Question, then answer. Hungry. Despite the word being soundless, it still seemed to come out in a dry and desperate rasp.
[ ooc: empathy is his favourite spell lol ]
[ on a success: Janus is able to sense the emotions Huckleberry experiences in the next post. It will also, on accident, transfer some of its own - Huckleberry will feel a flash of desperate, starving hunger and thirst. ]
[ on a failure: Nothing happens ]