Moonspear let it be

Anyone! :D

He had run for days — at least, it seemed like he had. In truth, the boy had simply awkwardly hobbled, stumbled, and limped his way south in a feverish daze. His left foreleg, or what remained of it, had hung limply at his side as he had travelled, the blood that had left a trail now run dry. The wound was black and infected; bits of meat and flesh hung from the stump that remained. Atreyu had lost count of the amount of times he had fell onto his face, somehow forgetting that he was now sans half a leg as he shambled along. It didn't hurt, though, strangely. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he had no idea. He wasn't a healer.

Eventually, he had ended up at a mountain.

It was here the Gamma found his body refused to go any further. His muscles ached in protest, the jagged gash on his side from the bear's claws searing in pain with each movement, his fur even more dishevelled and dirty than ever. His foreleg remained suspiciously numb and, every so often, the boy would lick at it tentatively, snapping at any flies that came too close while he rested. An oddly persistent crow had followed him, too, and Atreyu eyed it, releasing a feral growl whenever it made to perch near him. What it wanted, he did not know.

A caw from the blasted crow somewhere outside roused the wolf awake, ears snapping forward as he opened his eyes groggily. It took a few moments for him to remember where he was again, gazing in curiousity around the small nook he had found in the mountain's face, one dug in deep where it was cool and dark. It smelt even worse than it looked — covered in blood and bits of dirty, pale fur, bugs huddling near the corners, the bones of some small creature scattered near the back. Light filtered in from the opening just around the corner, and Atreyu made for it slowly, blinking as he emerged into the early morning sunlight.