Lake Rodney death and burial were locked up in my chest [m - gore]

Eljay just needed to get away from the pressure at Redhawk Caldera for a moment, feeling out of place and in the way for his problems with Peter. He hadn't actually left the pack territories, not once before. As he crossed the borders he felt numb and yet pulsing with adrenaline, and he cast a glance back at the borders. Then he moved forward, closing his eyes briefly as if pushing through an invisible threshold, and he swallowed dryly as he stepped down towards the lake. He only intended to have a quick look at the lake, be alone for a little bit, and then he'd return home right away.

He froze when he saw someone in the distance, someone he didn't know with another someone he didn't know who looked bloodied and broken. The other guy had to be some kind of medic (right?) that was trying to fix the hurt wolf. He saw a torn off paw and sucked in his breath, resisting his nausea.

From across one of the lake's indents, where he felt a bit safer to address the wolves on the other side of the water, Eljay watched them with widened eyes. He wanted to call out and ask them if the guy was okay, but he was too scared to do so even despite the water between them. His social anxiety took over and he sat down on the shore, making himself small as he watched the pair with widened eyes, inhaling and exhaling with rapid breaths and hoping the guy'd notice him somehow, so that he could find out what was going on.