The battle with the bitch, although short, had left Zahavi sore and a little stiff. Being trampled by a doe probably hadn’t helped, either. He’d finished off the fawn he’d fought for and left what he couldn’t eat to the scavengers. Maybe the woman had gone back for his leftovers. He prickled at the very thought. She didn’t deserve a single bite of that fawn, in his opinion.
Afterwards, he’d made his way to the river to clean himself up - keen to get the wounds as clean as he could. For the one on his thigh, it was easy enough for him to groom the area, remove anything that might hinder healing. The one upon his scruff, however, he hadn’t been able to clean - aside from washing it in the river.
And so now he was trailing wolf scents to what he assumed was a pack. If he could locate them, he could request a healers attentions. The last thing he needed was to die of infection here.
Eventually, he came upon obvious scent marks and paused. He wouldn’t really care about crossing them, but if he required help from the pack, he should probably respect the keep out signs. Zahavi sighed and lowered his rear to the ground, resigning to waiting around for someone to come greet him.
He released a low howl. He would like to get this done and over with so he could move on, honestly.
Jan 07, 2018 04:38 PM
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