Lost Creek Hollow Don't worry, I'll be alright

Sven ran hard and fast. Every beat and breath painful,but he pressed. They'd get out of here. And he had reason to return. Sven was not a wrathful wolf. He was mostly humble and kind. But this wolf stirred the darker corners of his father's blood and he wanted the man's heart out of his chest. Which was frightening to the boy, such an anger.

He tried to keep a look on Ujurak's wounds but he was growing lightheaded. And he couldn't focus as closely as he'd like. Ujuraks face looked the worst. It made him Ill 

Sven shifted with a nod. He stumbled in his steps, but made a crooked beeline for the river. Paw to paw he stepped into it. Gritting his teeth as the water hit the wound. A soft gasp and whine leaving him.