Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

his injury is a road rash-like wound that stretches from wrist to elbow on his right front leg

He had considered just leaving the wound be, letting it heal without intervention. It wouldn't be the first time he had done that. But this seemed a little more serious than the injuries he had ignored in the past. Parts of the fur and skin had been ripped away by the frozen ground and what was left behind was angry and raw. The skin that remained was bruised and swollen, and the whole thing pulsated with shooting pain no matter if he rested or not. 

So he reluctantly made his way up to the glacier. He was unsure who their healer was, but he figured they probably had at least a medic in training who could make sure his leg didn't rot off. 

Once inside the territory, he released a call for @Lane. He had no idea of the death that now gripped the lands. Not that it would have stopped him from calling for the leader—there was never rest from ones duties.