Dawn Abyssinian (Present Day)
Dad had asked me to prepare a wellness tray for that wolf-boy he called Silver. Per his orders, I was in one of the supply rooms putting it together. The morning after the adult transformation is never easy, according to everyone that's experienced it, myself included. That power surge that floods the system on our sixteenth year’s first full moon is nothing to sneeze at.
He's going to be feeling nauseated and in pain, so he won't have an appetite until much later, if at all, today. Hell, I didn't eat until two days after my 'surge'. I can give him some water and a pain pill.
Grabbing a pain pill and an empty plastic glass, I placed them on a steel tray I'd retrieved from the kitchen earlier the morning.