He lays in agony for only a few moments but it felt like eons before someone found him, she is a ghost to his mind... he knows her but he doesn't. His position in the pack had always been a weird one because he was the king's personal advisor in the art of reading dreams and objects so he didn't exactly get out in the pack and find others to be friends with. It is only her scent his pain riddled mind recognises. She walks around him and he can see the shock in her eyes and the disgust written into her features.
"I don't... don't know wolf" he grumbled out the words as he coughs up blood with every other word.
He tries to picture the male in his brain but the pain barrier can not be broken, a growl leaves his lips as he tries to shift himself to get a better look at the girl. There is a noise as another enters the area and his shackles raise in alert but other than that he does nothing else, this could be the healer she had spoken of. Alas it was not the male voice quickly denotes that he is useless in healing but that he could find things, the females heavy paws seem almost frantic and Pal growls at her to get her attention.
"Calm down... unbecoming of queen" he had smelled her all over the place so he assumes as much, he coughs up more blood before he continues
"seen own death.. no die... calm selves" it was not the first time he had told someone how to heal him, Ruvindra with zero skills had brought him back from a less bloody place after the war he would have to do it again it seemed.
He licks his lips the taste of his own blood everywhere, he leans upon his awkwardly bent leg
"not broken, male come put all weight on paw and leg" he says in broken english to iscariot, he smiles
"I no bite promise" beyond stopping the blood flow he wanted more than anything to put his shoulder back into place
"I need stick" he'd put the stick in his mouth once the girl had brought it to him so he wouldn't accidentally bite the male in the progress of this painful procedure. Once the male had done as he was told and laid his body across Pals leg to keep it flat to the ground but bent at the elbow he took the stick in his mouth and began to try and lift his body off the ground, after a few minutes of pulling and wiggling there was an audible pop and the whimper/growls ceased to emanate from his mouth he spat out the stick his mouth at a near rabid froth from all the gnashing he was doing on the stick. After he rides himself of the debris he begins to pant
"Miss... I require pouch from old den... near Andras throne... maybe caved in... but pouch of alligator... should be there" he was tired and sore at this point and needed some things in the old pouch that might still be effective. He also needed to clean the wounds as best he could while only being able to stand on three paws.
"you... bring me to water.. watch for gators..." it was painfully slow goings to the water's edge, thankfully with such vast quantities of wolves in this central location of the swamp the alligators didn't frequent these waters. He slipped in slowly and let his body semi-float at the water's surface, moving in the water was easier than on land but he wouldn't have the use of his leg for some time now. After he felt as if most of the mud and blood was removed he pulled himself from the water and a ways onto land he collapsed with a wince and waited for the female to return
"I'll need plenty of dry moss or cotton fluff you can find sir" he says with a sigh.
"paldor"
" voices in head"
Arctic Wolf | Male | Fourteen | Ex-Auspex of Iromar| Ruvindra | no bond | Wanderer