Redsand Canyon Meet you in the park

Vauge, but I have already planned for him to have a wound down his right shoulder to the middle of his ribs from Astara

He dragged himself home.
Hobbling, hacking, grunting.
The pain lanced through his body.
Fuckin' bitch.

He clawed his way up the mountain, fighting for every step. He should have told Kynareth. He would have followed.
At last, the dawn light bathed the canyon in a soft orange-purple haze.
He could finish this. Lik Nyra did.

He licked the stale blood from his pale lips. He could feel the clotted blood matting his fur down his leg and underbelly. He pushed forth to Warriors Heart. He needed Dove.