The Sunspire your head mounted on my wall

*drops this on your doorstep* This'll be his last thread.

DW had wandered around aimlessly ever since the crash. He had eaten what he could find, which wasn't much, and had somehow managed to avoid not only the wolves in the area, but also the other escapees. They had all run off without him, and he had stayed with the lifeless body, hoping that it would wake up.

But it hadn't.

Now, he was starving, freezing, and suffering from not only some kind of respiratory infection, but also mange. His fur (or what was left of it) was a mess, matted and muddy where it had once been long, tangle-free, and white. Somewhere, deep down, DW knew it wouldn't be much longer. In his hazy state of mind, he had come to this place, walking right in without a second thought. He looked like some kind of goblin at this point, his eyes dull and a limp in his left hind leg.