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@Dawn, to start out with

"Sunny," he hollered for the umpteenth time, his voice now hoarse and not quite as loud as it had been only a few minutes before. Whether from pain, panic, or something else, the leader's breaths were now ragged and labored. Everything on him hurt, and his flank was beginning to swell with uncomfortable pressure.

At this point, he began to realize that he was likely in more danger than Sunny was - and if he wanted to help his son, he had to first help himself.

With no small amount of willpower, Grayday forced himself to his paws and gave a short, shaky howl, hoping to summon help to his side. Then, he began limping slowly toward the center of the territory, where he thought himself most likely to be found.