Shadewood Theres something happening here

Higoros wounds were not terribly but they weren't great either. Even days after the fight he would still occasionally reopen his scabs and start bleeding again. His body was sore all over, blunt force trauma and just plain ol' bruises. To say the least, he was battered and tattered. Worst of all he had no medic, no mate, and no anyone to be there for him. The pain from the wounds was not as painful as the wound within his heart. He laid there in agony as the realization he was all alone sunk in, the blood around him sending signals to the nearest coyotes and insects to feast on his dying flesh. 

Surely things could not get worse for him, but then again, things always find a way. Higoro began licking his wounds again, trying his best to stop the bleeding but only getting a mouth full of foul tasting iron. Funny how others blood dont taste nearly as bad as his own, perhaps the thought of his own was enough to trick his taste. But what did it matter, he couldn't stop the bleeding. He wasn't in danger of bleeding out, just in danger of leaving a small pool of blood and the danger of an infection. What was he to do in his time of sorrows? Lie there and hopefully die was his thoughts, so he laid there, staring off into the abyss.

He's still at the border for anyone who doesn't know