Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

He had ran..
and ran..
and ran...

Until his lungs spammed, until the pains slowed him, reminding him that his body was desperate to take in more air than what he was giving. Weak wheezes escaped his jaws, and his paws—too heavy and weak to keep up with his will, buckled—sending him to the earth in a tumbling mess of snow.

He laid there, crumbled, heart thundering his chest; The only reminder that he was still alive. That, and the red that streaked into the snow below his face. A cut, deep and running hot on his cheekbone, swollen and throbbing at the nerves. But laying there, catching his breath and shaking, the boy began to notice the pain subside, numbed by the frozen land that touched his flesh.

Where am I? Where am I?

Olive eyes searched the land with jaws parted, nose twitching to take in the scents. He hadn't noticed that he had crossed a border and now was well into the territory.