Most days Hawthorn couldn't will himself to just sit down and relax, which would probably have seemed like an odd situation to anyone who knew him as the laid-back, easy-going Medicine Man to the Gypsies. As reserved and calm as he was, he had an uncontrollable and wandering mind that couldn't help but think of what things he could be doing were he not on his ass. Most of those things involved making sure his own Gypsies were safe and happy, after which he would feel compelled to scout the Rim and the sides of the crater for anyone potentially in need - he found them fairly often, wolves who had stumbled into a bad situation.

He had started out basking, trying to catch those last bits of somewhat warm sun rays and store up as much good humor as he could before the coming winter set on, only to once again find himself thinking about the faces of strangers. It was with a heavy sigh that he pulled himself to his paws and shook the lazy out from his muscles, before setting his mind on a walk along the river that was close by. That counted as relaxing, with the added benefit of bright, spritely water sounds.

Despite the fact that the Gypsies mostly resided around the Outer Rim while they momentarily did not have a home, none of them ever felt obligated to stay put. And that was how it was supposed to be, was it not? They were not actually a pack, but a loose band held together by friendship, respect, and necessity. Even Hawthorn, who likely felt the strongest bond with his bandmates, frequently wandered from their line of sight.

The water of the river was cool upon his large paws, though not quite chilly as the local bodies of water still retained some of their heat from the summer. While he was caught in contemplating the simplicities of life, he hadn't noticed exactly how much more work he was having to put into stepping over larger rocks and slabs of stone set on the riverbed. At least, not until an unstable and ill-balanced slab slipped and gave way beneath his back paw. The pain was sharp as the leg got caught between the slab and another rock beneath the surface, though his yelp was more one of surprise than of pain.

When he tried to pull the limb free, the pain became greater as he could feel the edge of the slab of rock digging into the soft tendon at the back of his leg. He huffed an exasperated breath, likely frustrated with himself, and set his jaw as he tried to wriggle the paw free despite the pain and small bloom of blood.

Speaking of wolves stumbling into a bad situation.

(Uh. I figured something should be happening. :DD Haha.)