Norris finally started to wake up. He could still feel the pain from all the places that the coyotes had bitten him. He slowly gathered himself to his feet and stood up. With his head down, he slowly looked around at his surroundings. "Where am I?" He wondered not knowing that another wolf had dragged him into this old, abandoned den. "Is this what it means to be barried? What- what if I-I'm, ah, dead?" He suddenly jerked his head up but then felt light headed. "I-I can't be dead! I have Jannie to love and pack mates to tease!" Even though he was a little light headed, he started running around in the small den desperately. After running around for a little while he found the entrance.
Norris dove out of the entrance and took off at his top speed. He ran until he tripped over a dead coyote. He passed out upon impact with the ground. He didn't stay uncouncois very long, but when he woke back up again, he didn't get up. He was too weak. He lifted his head and saw himself covered in his own blood. This made him weaker. He laid his head back down and whinned of pain.