Arrow Lake ludens

Being vague with injuries~ Open for anyone!

Broken, bruised, and battered, Redshank had heaved himself away from the Emberwood and the pack that had laid claim there, leaving a blood trail not unlike the one that had caused him to trespass in the first place. It had been a fool's errand to even attempt to take from a pack's caches, he knew that from the start, yet he did it anyway. Hunger mostly drove his decisions nowadays - at least that and pure, desperate survival instinct.

Instinct that urged him to put distance between himself and that pack. Though he didn't get very far.

The Cairn's raw-boned limbs finally gave out as he reached the edge of a lake, and he collapsed in an exhausted, pathetic heap on its frosted shores. He lay still for a few beats, weary eyes glancing around the area. There were half-frozen falls just in sight that no doubt fed the lake, but most of the streams had been cut off by rockfall, with more boulders and large shards of slate scattered around the bottom. The area was familiar in a way, but also completely foreign (though it was because the territory had been changed due to the earthquakes, unbeknownst to him).

At least for now, he was alone. With effort, Redshank managed to pulled himself forwards, where water spilled over areas that had become ice, and numbed the pain in his stomach with gulps of frigid water.