Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

HAAAI!!

Sebastian was limping through the territory. He made sure to stay on the evened out lands of the territory as he would probably slip and fall on three legs and the snow. The male tried to stay moving but pressure on his leg still made the deep gash on his shoulder bleed again. Sometimes he let it bleed because he knew as a medic that bleeding would clean the wound. It would only look so... gore-y. Today was no exception as the shoulder started to bleed, coloring his leg red.

Sebastian was out for a meal. He hoped to have a meal from the caches before he would have some more rest. However, he didn't think about the fact that he needed to dig, and the ground was pretty hard. Luckily for Sebastian, he ran into a pack mate. He was not sure if he met him before but still. "Hi there! Could you possibly help me with digging for a meal in the caches?," he asked the dark-colored male. If Andalusia was here then she could have helped him but he hadn't seen her in awhile now...