Sunspire Mountains you will be a king

Being vague about his injury, since he's supposed to receive one from his trespassing thread.

His efforts to seek her out directly had been idiotic, naive even, and had led to misfortune on his part. But he had fled the area when the chance arose for him, tasting her on the air and feeling a pit form inside of him; it felt as if Tryphon was abandoning her the way he abandoned everyone else, and he could not stomach it. There was nothing he could do but run - and nothing hurt him more than that mental image which held in his mind, that of the shadow surrounded by strangers and welcomed by them.

He hid for as long as he could, but inevitably she came calling for him. The sound of her upon the wind was a shock, something Tryphon thought was only in his mind, but he was willing to test the chance of her summons leading him to the truth. He slid from where he had secreted himself away to nurse his wounds, and trudged through the snow - aching in many ways - and nearly collapsed when he saw the shadow lingering nearby. He boofed, calling to her softly, and fell silent.