The entire forest seemed to be assaulting him with all of it's weapons at once as he ran. The brambles raked their claws across his body, burrs latched to his matted pelt, and maneuvering around logs, stone spires, and bushes with three good legs and muzzy vision proved to be more than a challenge. He rattled gasps as he bolted for the blurred figures before him. His vision went hazy and he could hear his own pulse as it throbbed in his head with steady beats that slowed gradually. He choked back a pained howl, instead uttering a hoarse wheeze, wincing as his trembling ankles buckled. He promptly collapsed in a heap not far from the territory of the feral dogs, valiantly fighting the impending unconciousness, to no avail. "Need... to f-find cover..." he coughed, wrenching his claws into the ground as he attempted to heave himself under the shelter of a low-hanging Willow. The myriad of forest sounds ebbed away, nearby utterances by the members of the pack became slurred to him, and the world faded to nothing but black.
Eudora stood stiffly in mid-gait with her jaw hanging open as she saw the marred dog laying on the ground. Her green eyes were pleading as she bit her lip and peered her head around one of the oaks dotting the feral dogs' treeline, "Can somebody help?!"
