Dragoncrest Cliffs no man, i'm serious

AW but tag for @Thuringwethil

He had gone as far as he could from the spot of the attack. It was obvious he had been in better conditions. The male hadn't bothered to groom himself which left a rather grossly matted (with dried blood) patch of fur on his shoulder and neck. There was a fair chance he had an infection too — only because he didn't know how to care for a wound. Outlander knew he was likely running out of time and options if he wanted to keep living.

His bulky form had stumbled upon the borders of someplace. Per usual, he didn't know where he was. This was his only choice though. In all of his rugged and tired glory, he titled his head back and called out to whoever claimed this land.