Herbalists' Cache Sore Paws, weary body

Rowyn marched further into the lands that he had no idea where he was. A puppy lost and unsure. He had found some carrion the other day and had made it a meal. Promptly losing some of it as he ate too much for his empty belly to handle. 

Burrs and sticks wound throughout his fur. His paws bloody and wounded. Something had cut his ear and it kept snagging and bleeding and causing such a mess.

He was bedraggled and scared. And all he wanted was his moms, but they weren't here. He had attempted to go home, but had lost his way. Then that loud howl that had filled the sky. And all he could see was blood and death and smell the scent of other wolves and urine.

He shuddered.