Sunset Valley yeah. i couldn't either.

The cold had numbed much of his pain.

As the boys slogged into the valley, breathing heavily, eyes wild, Swordfish finally felt the weight of their journey. There was pain in his ribs so violent that he thought it would kill him. They had both lost a great deal of blood. Quennell’s bloody rear end had been the mark that he had followed. The only thing that had kept him running had been the thought of the bear catching up to him.

When Quennell finally spoke to him, Swordfish glanced at the other boy with a heavy-lidded stare. His head bobbed slightly, sickly. He attempted to lift his snout up and inspect the other figure, to make sure that he wasn’t hurt elsewhere. The moment he had tried it, the world turned beneath his paws.

Swordfish slumped into the snow. He had never felt so dizzy in all his life. Weakness wrapped its fingers around his throat and choked, and choked…

Ma? he asked softly.