Herbalists' Cache Bloody broken paws

Let's forward date this maybe 3 days so 6/10/23

He had run from all he knew. But he had been so blinded by grief he hadn't cared. He had run from the soft sands to the harsh forest. He had run over rocks and branches over harsh dirt. His paws were bleeding, there were knicks and cuts in his fur and across his face. And his body was tired, there had been nothing but running he hadn't stopped and finally, his entire body, started with his legs they buckled, then his weight followed and he fell and rolled tumbling, tumbling to land with a sickening thud against a tree and there he lay, finally darkness and peace. The only hint he was still alive was the rise and fall of his chest.