Dragoncrest Cliffs make a wish when your childhood dies

Prince is back!
backdated to 2/13, early in the morning
hoping for a @Thuringwethil but AW
also his visible injuries are: two small but deep gashes on his muzzle, a larger gash on his right side, and a small head wound. he's presently ragged and weak overall

 

The journey back ended in the strangest fog; sleep deprivation and hunger worked against him, gnawed further at the exhaustion setting in his bones until he could barely think. Somehow, Prince kept moving. Already the events of the past week were clouding in his mind, bits and pieces chipping and floating away until his image was incomplete and made little sense. His body was too traumatized for anything to work properly, including his mind.
The boy was painfully aware of this. He wasn't an idiot, he liked to think-- most of the time. He might have stopped to care for himself, for there would be no use in planting his corpse on Drageda's borders, but Prince was aware that he needed more than just rest. There was no way he could hunt for himself, and the thick scent of infection surrounded his muzzle where it had been torn open. So he pressed on.
It was early when he stumbled towards the borders, finally, barely mustering a weak call for his packmates. Prince didn't even make it all the way to the borders, collapsing just a couple feet away. Home, he told himself, I'm home.

edit: I'm going to archive this since it's super old and Thalia is busy/away <3

the sylph heard the weak call only faintly, and her ears stood on end, obviously unnerved. she places it after only a moment as belong to a wolf, however, and approached cautiously the sound, finding it to lead beyond the borders. her here step became more cautious still, and yet the figure she layed eyes upon was familiar.  "oh,"  she moved near, poking carefully at the semi-strange wolf as her bi-coloured gaze picked out rapidly the injuries that marred the white pelt. she paused, howling once for @Portia, for her mother was certainly more experienced with injuries like these. "can you walk? a little further?"  the words come carefully, for he doesn't seem to have any terrible wounds thought ought to permit him from moving - and he made it all the way here already, surely.