Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

The fall had battered the boy's lithe body in ways he couldn't keep track of. Every impact instantly felt bruising-- some along his flank felt worse, and by the time he was knocked into unconsciousness (with a sharp crack of his head against rock) he was gasping. And then it was dark.
Had he been cursed with the ability to think through his subsequent journey through the waters, Prince would have been certain he had died. Or that he was about to, anyway. The first thing he felt when he woke up was confusion. Immediately he began to choke and retch, coughing up salty water, and the effort sent a sharp pain through his skull. He gasped a little, flattening his ears.
Though he could not see himself to know, the boy felt as awful as he looked. His pelt was scraggly and blood-stained, the saltwater having soaked him but not done the service of removing all of the blood from his various wounds. It crusted into his fur now, crystallizing in a pinkish-red color around where he was hurt. His muzzle, his head-- ow, his head-- and his right flank were all decorated with impressive gashes.
Prince looked up and around the cave, not yet seeing the other there with him. He tried and failed to figure out where he was, but as he delved into these thoughts something else struck him-- home. Bean. His trip to Drageda!
Something must have gone wrong. Immediately the boy began to panic, sitting up far too quickly and immediately feeling dizzy and nauseous with the effort. He pushed himself forward nonetheless, starting to anxiously pace around the cave and sniff it thoroughly. Surely Bean would be looking for him, at least? If she could even find him here.