Swiftcurrent Creek Still Remains

Arric shifted into hyper focus. Limping he went towards the creek itself, after some ducks he heard moving about. The problem being he was still pretty beat up, like pretty bad. Chunks were missing from his shoulders, his face smarted and the pad of his paw was still torn and bloodied.

However, the growl in his stomach made him realize he was hungry so he tried to hunt. Instead of relying on the wolf Lestan. He got into a crouch and moved to intercept, unfortunately given his wounds and his current present exhaustion. He missed by a hair. The click of his teeth audible in the early morning light. 

He groaned and lay a paw into the water, letting the coolness ease some of the pain of his paw.