Horizon Ridge Where the sun don't ever shine

Dull-eyed and sullen, Edy arose and coughed. His condition had not improved much in the past week, though he was slowly testing his weight on his hind leg. Clearly, it was not ready for prime-time, but a few more weeks would prove beneficial should he not die in the meantime. And quite frankly, the Razorback would have been fine with that. At this point, he had given up on being friendly, on trying to be likeable. He wished only for peace and solitude, since it had become obvious that he was not going to get what he really desired. What he deserved.

Kennedy headed toward a source of water, thinking that he would perhaps dig up some of the pack's cache's to keep himself from starving. He had eaten very little ever since the rockslide, consuming only enough so that he would not perish. His figure had grown scrawny and skeleton-like in the meantime, giving him an almost spidery appearance. Along the way, he spotted somebody he did not know. A stranger, no doubt, but a member of the pack by his scent. Edy stopped, staring at the (from what he could tell) sleeping male.