Lost Creek Hollow Too loose

Ujurak is welcome to join as well if he decides to follow! It is implied that Skáld bolted and ran as fast as he could but all are welcome <3

Skáld couldn't pace himself. By the time he reached the edge of the forest where he knew the clan would be, he was already out of breath, having saved very little energy for the return trip. His howl was a piercing cry, a pleading call for help, sharp and brittle. It cut off suddenly, as he had to stop and gasp for air. Through breaths, he uttered a jilted, desperate plea. 

"Kvarsheim needs help. Gunnar needs medicine. Please- please- please- he might be-" 

He was hit with a headrush, and slumped to the ground, where he could finally lounge and catch his breath. He could do nothing but wait, and hope that someone answered his cry. He would wait on the borders, battling for air while he hoped desperately that in running so fast, he'd bought Gunnar at least a little bit of time.