Duskfire Glacier Racing ahead, into the light

lmk if I need to change something

In truth, he didn't want to rouse himself from a comfortable bed and warmth. Things were far easier to simply stay there and sleep the days away, catching up on all days of lost sleep in his early stay at the Glacier. However, responsibilities didn't get worked on by sleeping. Carefully, Rye hoisted himself from the ground with a few pain filled pulls of air through teeth. Once he steadied himself Rye checked his herbal cache for a painkiller but saw no familiar yellow hue amongst the greens. Pain throbbed in his shoulder as he stood there in disappointment. Eyes flickered between the discomforts of the outside world and the comforts of his warm den, weighing the pros and cons of both. Eventually it was decided he would venture from his home and try to find Lane. At surface level, it was to aid in helping him finding more pain killers but in the depths, it was to search for comfort. The days leading up to the present was filled with careful contemplation regarding Imaq. The woman may be mother to his pups, with that came the insurmountable amounts of unbridled fear. Wintersbane should have been his first go to, the large man appeared a veteran of life and surely helped bring forth children before, but Rye still held some contempt for the tundran. Lane was the only next logical step for the woodland man, their embrace had yet to be forgotten.  

Rye moved with a limp towards the center of the territory, refusing to let his shoulder to hold the weight it once could but hobbling on three legs everywhere wasn't easy; so he had to put some pressure onto it. Without the painkillers, pain ripped up and down his wound, its intensity stronger than Rye anticipated. Not debilitating but foregoing putting all his weight on his shoulder was preferable. A bothersome pain, the den called again with sweet relief but Rye wouldn't let temptation swoop him from his feet. He, at the very least, had to check in with Lane. 
A distant voice caught his attention while he limped, it was gargled nonsense but the woodland man could have sworn he heard his name. His ears moved like large radar dishes, eating up all the sounds it could catch. The owner of the voice couldn't be identified but the direction could, Rye wasted no time following the sounds. Soon Lane, then Tzila, came into view. To Ryes surprise, Lane was talking about him and his recovery. A cheeky grin sprouted on his lips, she may not appreciate him being up and around but that wasn't going to stop him from chatting with the two. Although, Rye was grateful to hear her concerns, they carried a heavy weight to them in importance. The same could be said with all his packmates. Together they had grown from a small clan into a fully fledged pack, he was proud to be apart of it.
Easy going as ever, Rye opened with something lighthearted. "Aww, I guess it's too much to play healer for little ol' me?" He teased, emerging from behind Lane, the same cheeky grin on his lips. He tried to keep his limp at bay, adding more weight to his shoulder, but before he could seat himself next to Lane, his limp returned as the last bits of resolve were crushed under the pain. The grin faded into a quiet hiss of pain as he sat down.