Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

His body lay on the ground; his pack mates had to abandon him in a rush, being driven back by the other wolves. The enemies, well — Perhaps it was because they thought him to be dead, too, or perhaps it was the proximity to the weeping willow that caused their hackles to raise at the thought of returning here. His fur was sticky with blood and the scent of death and poison was around him. He lay at the edge of the meadow, where the pollen flowed but was not enough to drive a wolf into madness — only the occasional piece of it reached all the way to the meadow's outskirts.

A rustle of wind blew a few brown leaves into his wiry fur. His body seemed lifeless as it lay there, the wind playing with his fur. He seemed a part of the scenery, a part of nature. The scene was almost harmonic and Cicero himself would not have cared much for his own death. Nothing happened, the body remaining still but for a very slow and steady heartbeat and a very slow up-and-down from breathing, were anyone to take the time to get close enough to see.

Shaking paws drew body up. Body slumped repeatedly before he reached the edge of the meadow, where he crashed down once more.

Was it hours, was it days, was it weeks that had passed? Dry tongue lapped at the inside of his mouth. Once more he pushed himself to his feet. Weak paws quivered under his weight as he slowly made his way to a nearby stream, where he gratefully lapped up water after once more falling to the ground.

It took some time to get to a cache and eat some left-over food. The forest had never been so quiet, almost eerily so. He had little to think of but to heal and nourish himself in the time that followed.

After taking care of his basic needs Cicero once more fell to the ground, curled up in the place that used to be his and Damien's den, where they slept. A trail of blood followed him, fresh and distinguishable, for he'd gnawed on one of the wounds on his foreleg; a nasty habit he had always found hard to depart with. The pain made him feel alive, but being barely able to move made him feel like his end would likely be soon.

@Euron @Ramsay @Maegi :D

I've kept the precise location of wounds and such vague because the thread isn't very far yet.