Wild Berry Meadow i sit a bit but i'm not gonna stay

The injury to his lower back had begun to scab.

A heavy rain had fallen overnight which the wolf had tried to avoid, but he found that he could not clean his wound where it sat, and the rain did a swell job of it for him. Most of the blood had been soaked out of his coat. There was a tension to the area though; where teeth had caught and torn the skin, even with the scab (or perhaps because of it) there was a throbbing, and had he been able to see the wound he would have witnessed the red pucker of the flesh.

Now that the rain had eased off the wolf could continue his journey, and so he moved as quickly as he was able; his eyes tracing the clouds every so often as he caught glimpses, worried that there would be more rain. Out across the meadow there wasn't so much cover. He caught sight of a small family of deer grazing, and as he began his investigation of them, they took one look at the dark shape of the wolf and bolted out of range.

Just as well. He was in no state now to hunt anything so large.