Bonesplinter Ravine his betrayal is overwhelming

For the first time ever a faint idea of what Death was began to sink into his brain. If he didn't make it back in time for Raven to fix him and he didn't allow this man to help him, then he'd just get worse and worse until- A memory of a sick gosling he had seen by the lake came back to him. He had been much younger, taken out by Towhee and he had watched the small fluffy feathered goose honk desperately before falling still. The scent had changed on the gosling to something darker, something sad. Towhee hadn't explained what happened but she'd told him it had died. That's what would happen to him isn't it? He swallowed thickly and supressed a shiver of horror, wanting to get better and go home even more so now.

When the man explained the plan Tywyll weakly moved for the first time, lifting his head to stare at the cave pointed out to him. "I think so" he said with as much confidence as he could muster. Slower then an elder he peeled himself off the ground into an upright laying position and it was then that the worst of his wounds were visible. His face where covered in mud was swollen and oozing pus, looking like a ballon. The infection had spread from his lips to his  left eye which was partially closed. The other wounds were swollen and oozing as well but they were on his shoulders and neck and were much less infected then his face was. He pushed with his forelegs until he was sitting up, body trembling as he made himself stand. He took a step, confident he could make it the short distance to the den and yelped as the movement made his shoulders ache.  Embarrassed he gave a low growl, a warning of sorts not to touch him if it was intended. "I...I can do it" he muttered and forced himself to take each agonizing step until he was inside the den. Once there he flopped onto his side and panted, unable to help the small whines that snuck past his maw.