Sleepy Fox Hollow The world don't see

Etienne limped back into the pack lands. His paws bloody and broken, but wrapped well enough. He smelled like Dusty and the she wolf. Had she given him a name. He shrugged. It didn't matter he would probably never see her again. And he had done nothing to be ashamed of anyway.

He found a spot to throw a rock into the river and he'd step into it. Hoping the cold would numb his paws again. They hurt. And he needed to clean them but just didn't care to at the moment.

A shake of shoulders as he dipped into the frost water. A long gasp leaving his maw at the shock of cold. But it slowly began to desensitize him. His body growing semi numb.