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

There was no answer for him, only the sound of some new approach. It didn't sound like a familiar one. In fact, it actually sounded like two. Great. Who now... he whispered, mostly inaudible, likely. He didn't have the energy to be angry about this correctly, though pinned back his ears to the new voice asking of his hurts. As if one stranger seeing him like this was not terrible enough. The urge for flight was back again, simmering slower this time, building steadily in the halfhearted rise of his dirty hackles. 

The first wolf explained his state, and went onto more that sort of hurt his tired head to hear about. But it was giving him ample time to leer at the pair of shadows which had come to join them, putting him on a new guard despite what presented as good intentions. He recognized none of these scents and now more outnumbered, on top of being so out of his element with his homes wrecked and family probably dead, he just wanted away from everything; he didn't want to be looked at, not if this was how it was. This was too out in the open for him, and every instinct said get the hell out of here, but he just didn't have the strength mustered to take anything far enough. I want to go, he edged in somewhere, lifting his muzzle off the earth well enough to voice this, though dredged down in his exhaustion. Antares needed away from the mountain for now, he had decided. So whatever got him out of here fastest was what he wanted, this he had to be clear about for all of them to judge accordingly--with these shreds of consciousness he stubbornly wouldn't free. Need to find Bronco. he reminded everyone what was probably one of his clearest thoughts besides bad things. Because he knew in his heart that he was alive, somewhere. Maybe there were others with him. He had heard other distant calls somewhere in the chaos of it all, right? But remained unable to reach them himself from up close like this.

He glanced after the pair again, but mainly because they were where he could see them better. How would they take this so far.. if they would help his first help, or heed his noise any. Antares felt it was his more reasonable request, especially when the other was that they all just leave him be and go dig his grave or something. He could go for a nice secluded hole to lay down in anyway. Spare the trouble of the other care and dotting he was increasingly certain they schemed, and rightfully so. He'd at least like to bury his head right now and forget about all of this.