The Bracken Woods Help oh death

On broken footpaws he walked. Body emaciated and wounds scabbed and broken. He smelled of that beast from hell. That wolf that had attacked, but he was alive. Blood poured from over his one eye. The wound constantly catching and cracking.

The flesh was peeled from his side where teeth and claws had marked him. Long thin strips the sides pulled apart. It was probably festering. His shoulder burned at each step and the scar upon his face the edge broken and scabbed.

He could finally make it nor more and he fell upon the ground letting loose one howl of help. Realizing he really didn't want to die.

wounds:
Scar on face broken open around his muzzle. He has long stripes of wounds on his left side from claws and teeth. His front footpaws are broken or sprained the healer can decide that. A wound in his shoulder and above hia right eye. His side is a little infected.  Life 4/10