Bitterroot Valley one night only

When she demended that he lean on her, he did so reluctantly and with some trepidation, though he soon found himself glad for the support as they walked. He followed numbly, and when she spoke once again, concern evidant in her voice, he said softly, "I'll be fine." It was said to convincr not only her but him, fear beginning to settle in his stomach as he realized just how not-fine he was, and so far from his family.

He was acting only half-aware, following Freyja but bloodloss making it harder to function just as greatly as he would have hoped. when finally he sat, panting and looking slightly glazed, all he wanted to do was lay down and rest, for tiredness consumed him, adrenaline having flown out the window a while ago. she spoke again, and he registered her words but said nothing, merely nodding.

but suddenly there was and orange blur of a wolf; he back pedaled wildly, and just as the firey woman had hoped, stumbled on paws made unsteady by exhaustion and injury, crumpling to the ground with much resistance. he yelped as the sudden action brought burning pain to his wounds, yet did not move, fearing retribution should he attempt to rise. he registered another,  peering toward one with a pelt of white and grey, reminding him off handedly of Vuk. He was silent, fairly certain it would not be the best idea, and the dizziness and exhaustion made it rather hard to concentrate.