Altar of Twilight if you do not know which way to go

Antares could find little left to struggle with. Even his efforts to react felt sluggish, like he drifted between realizing them at all, and feeling like this body weighed as much as the biggest of boulders. But he had determined that he was not alone, and he didn't think he could place them by scent. That fact stuck, not that he could do anything about it. Only blips of her variegated pale shades managed to come through his haze; he couldn't even squint suspiciously about any of this, not properly. It was not his family, not Bronco. Keyni or Melaine, either. Who...?

You have been hurt. Right. Him. He had never been hurt like this before, but never run facefirst into so many chances as he had lately. The bear was one, an entire wounded mountain another suicide mission all of its own. She told him what he needed to hear, his ears shifting towards the source, even if he didn't like it. The mountain is no more. This warranted more of him, he tried to lift his head, shift back his neck... wincing, and his heart quickening again when that made flight instincts want to rile up. But it was a short-lived attempt, for he seemed to catch himself quickly, maybe regret it--and start to settle after a huff.

Frankly, he was not sure how to answer when questioned besides seethe quietly. He stared ahead, eyes stinging, trying to process this. Everything hurt. Chest, he managed, low and small, remembering the stickiness at the bottom of his neck, into his armpits. His legs burned with exhaustion, paws too probably, and head felt pulverized. He could say so much more but breathing hurt, talking wasn't helping. Tired, everywhere.. he exhaled, hating to admit it but well having lost his battles. I.. couldn't find anyone, he whispered into the snow, for he knew she was close, doing.. something. Antares tried to clear his throat some, a small cough and thick swallow before he spoke again. Still have Bronco... at the glen, to go. he rasped, and felt where her soft warmth was, dimly surprised. After another slow, shaky sigh to force acceptance underneath his nails, he had to ask. Who are... you?