Sunset Valley yeah. i couldn't either.

Que…

Swordfish’s eyes were shut tight. The longer he stayed in the snow, the further he sank into it. The warmth on his body was minimal, but it was enough to create a dent perfectly fit to his lean and bloodied frame. The young wolf knew the voice of his friend. He knew that Quennell was someone he loved, someone he had been excited to spend time with, someone who had…

The bear’s eyes resurfaced in his mind. His heart raced.

Quen.

All he could think about was the dark hole in their home where he longed to crawl, with the furs he had collected from various hunts, and fall into a deep sleep. Heavy as his lids were, they felt weighted down by exhaustion. Swordfish thought to lift himself up, to check on his friend. The pain that spiked through him made this impossible. He was delirious with it – out of his mind.

Yer hurt. Not that he knew how to assist the red-necked pirate. Swordfish swallowed at the lump in his throat, hoping that it would help ease the suffering he felt. Snow had started to fall into his wounds. The cold touch of it was soothing and sharp, keeping him barely conscious.

A sigh wracked his lean figure.

I wanna go home… Swordfish moaned into the cold. He wanted his mother.