Now Aodhán was suspicious, and didn’t quite return home - was it still his home at all? - just yet.
He managed to drag himself from the Plains to the River, but that was about as far as he would go right then. He would be back soon, and have to talk to the mare who had bestowed a magical sickness in him that had him on the brink of death; far worse than it had been before. And it made his shifting abilities wonky - in short he didn’t dare to come near her, for fear she would release the Plague onto him and then all of Beqanna too, perhaps. For all he knew, he might be contagious right now? Maybe she was the source of the original Plague too? Who had that much power over death?
He had no energy or willpower to shift into a fish or serpent or really anything that would take him home from the River to the Pampas quickly. As such, the exhausted young male kept his latest form: that of a white Axolotl.
Caelestra sorry for double tags, my sentences were all weird