⁰³ ᴄʟɪғғ ғᴀᴄᴇ

A choked off groan caught in Baekho's throat as he limped through the forest, praying that he would eventually begin to smell the markers that signaled that the village was close... but he sensed nothing. He might not have been able to even if he was right on top of it, the scent of blood - /his/ blood - was too overwhelming. His thigh throbbed where he braced the wound torn by the gnashing teeth of another wolf, red essence running down the length of his leg and staining a shocking path in the snow. All he had to do was keep walking... eventually he'd be home. But spots were flashing before his vision now and he had to catch himself on the weathered trunk of a tree to keep from falling over, easing himself down to the ground. He'd rest for just a moment, he told himself even as his eyes grew heavier. Then he'd make it...