Porcupine Ridge i'm a sucker for pain

Unwittingly, in his search for somewhere safe to hide, Maksim had stumbled closer to the borders of another nearby pack. This time the stench of their borders did not even register in his mind as he tried to focus on anything but the pain seering of his wounds, failing miserably. Small whines and whimpers bubbled up from his throat with every other breath, until the sound of someone else approaching forced him to suddenly fall silent. 

Instinct told him to try to remain hidden and undiscovered, though despite his best efforts to curl up tighter against the boulder, it was obvious that he had been spotted in the dark. Maksim turned his head in the direction of the pale female and pulled his lips back to bare his teeth at her—until the sound of her hushed voice met his ears and calmed him immediately. The warmth in her voice soothed him like a mother's would a pup, and as she approached closer, Maksim trusted her enough to allow his mind to melt away into the dark void of unconsciousness. He never acknowledged her departure and would not wake again until she returned to him some time later.