The Tangle they’re just little pink plastic bags

He's been more or less giving Midar the silent treatment, though he's resisted the urge to wander off until now. Even overwhelmed by his need for solitude, he can't bring himself to stray too far. Especially not in an awful place like this. He isn't even sure which direction they'd entered from anymore, and he's starting to feel lost. He watches his paws carefully as he walks, avoiding stray bits of spiny plant matter and sharp rocky edges. There's something familiar about this place, but the memory is vague and difficult to grasp. That doesn't stop him from trying, of course.
He's starting to give himself a headache when the sound of water catches his attention. At first he thinks they've wandered back toward the ocean, knowing it isn't far — but it doesn't sound like the ocean. He turns toward the sound, thinking that perhaps they could follow a creek or a river out of the territory.
The sight of the river is a welcome one, but his relief is interrupted by something out of place in the scene. A dark mass motionless at the shore, slick with river water — a wolf. He sucks in a sharp breath and starts toward the figure, walking faster now but slowed as always by his limp. As the distance closes, he realizes it's worse than just another stranger; it's a child, unconscious and clearly battered from his journey here. Shit, He stops a few feet away, glancing around as if the child's parents might appear any moment. No luck, of course. Uhhh.... @Midar? He doesn't know if Midar is close enough to hear him, but it's worth a shot.