Blackfeather Woods The Morning After Is Always The Worst

This thread is set to the morning of the 13th, since I'm impatient xD Heres what happened: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=17011&pid=212352#pid212352

It was not until morning that Scamp awoke: the first thing he knew that sunrise was pain, the burning, awkward feeling of his hind right leg. Other bumps and bruises were spread across his body, from one small one above his left eye that was accompanied with a tiny gash to the multiple across his torso. 
His first movement was slow, aching, but soon the Blackfeather was sitting up and sniffing at his leg even as he whimpered in pain. Something clearly wasn't right: @Potema can help him, right? That's what she was good at, fixing hurting things? He had to get home to see her, though, and to find his Master, @Damien, right after. Of course the man would be looking for him, being a minion and bodyguard, and Scamp couldn't not obey him. 
It took several tries and a couple minute span of trying to get up but squealing as he even touched the earth with a toe and falling back down due to lack of balance. On his eigth try, though, he gritted his teeth and hiked up the leg as best he could before hopping towards his foggy home. Every so often, his toes would bump the ground, and he would whimper or yelp in pain: to his credit, though, he fell only once, over a rock he'd missed. Crashing down to the earth in the marshes by the borders, Scamp's entire front is coated in muck, and it is then he howls in both agony and annoyance. This time, however, he could not find his bearings, could not control his balance or find a foothold in the mud, and eventually gave up with a plop where he was, panting furiously. His blue-green eyes watered from the pain, but he loosed another, stronger howl for help to both his Master and his sister.

The agony that stained Scamp's howl pierced right through the thick ceiling of Blackfeather Woods. Damien had just returned with his bare hands from going after Qilaq, but already he had noticed Scamp's absence. He would always lurk around him, guarding him, stalking him like his very own shadow. Something had to be completely wrong if it wasn't like that.

In a hurried gallop Damien sought the red hound, issuing a sharp call for his sister in case medical assistance was needed. There had been so much pain in the howl that it was likely Scamp was injured. And indeed he was. Defeated he laid in the ground, breathing angrily as his beaten body bled from several gashes. "What on Sithis name happened to you?" barked the shadow prince in shock although he knew he wouldn't get a spoken answer. He approached carefully, going over the wounds with his nose.