Phantom Hollow you can run

healing thread with @Atka Tsimshian

“To hell with this place,” he uttered, his teeth gritted before he spat at the soft ground below him, trying to rid the iron taste of blood. He was far enough now from the ash forest that he no longer felt he would be followed by its haunting resident, but he sure as hell didn’t feel safe here. Glowering as the afternoon sun stroked heat along the base of his spine, he idly wondered how he would make his way past the mountains in this state.

His current state being the blood that saturated his fur and the gaping wound along his hind, close to the tender flesh of his torso. He exhaled sharply, the adrenaline of fleeing beginning to ebb now as the pain began to cause his vision to become spotted His muzzle torn, his cheek bitten and bleeding—his very core ached, and slowly, the ebony wolf began to sink to the ground, finally finding some shade. He would need water soon—but first, he needed a moment to recoup. To gather his thoughts.

He had only meant to rest for a moment or two—but when his eyes closed, he was pulled into a feverish dream, and even in sleep, his lips would curl back, the pain emanating throughout his entire body.