Sun Mote Copse I don't have time to be charmed to death right now!

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Okay. Where does he come from here? His shoulder doesn’t hurt as much, but walking too fast causes it to tear and licking it too much causes it to tear and… well, just about everything causes it to tear. It’s hard to keep the scabs on, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’ll go away eventually, right? That’s what happens at home. It goes away in a few days (with the help of antibiotics and pain medications, but where are you going to find a white coat out here?), just like it always does.
 
Mr. Peanut Butter sighs as he wanders aimlessly, nowhere to go. He tried going back the way he came but he was too scared of the other dog wolf that bit him that he ends up somewhere completely different and much farther away. 
 
After a while, his legs too tired and shoulder sore, he plops down in the openness of the copse, ignoring the beauty that surrounds him and wallows in his own self-pity.