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The silence began to fade and the nightmarish night had drifted past without fatality, but he wore deep wounds and gashes all over his body from a hungry raccoon that had visited him during the early morning hours, while the sun was still behind the mountain range. Emptily looking up at the moon for a moment while he rested, slumped with his back to the base of a grand Oak, he panted heavily. Instinctively, he needed to seek shelter. That was the only thing on his mind tonight. He rose wearily to his feet, his usual slight limp now exaggerated, and he winced whenever his bad foot hit the dusty earth. Travelling without any real destination in mind, he hastily trudged his way through the seemingly endless expanse of forest.
a shadow appears, it was winterfury, seeing the wounded rooster, she brings him to a cave, and look over him and clucked "poor thing, poor thing" she remove her supplies and start to take care of his wounds
Reluctant, his claws were wrenched into the ground and he skidded behind her the entire way, and she had to, quite literally, drag him there to the cave.
His eyes followed her as she ran back and forth collecting items to heal him, a brow cocked and his beak parted as if he was to say something, but he just instead watched silently.
