Day 12

Continued from Day 10. Sadly not very much today; I got a tad distracted by other things. (Bad eladnarra!) ^_^

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But with the trap still clamped around his leg, how not to leave a trail? He couldn't lead the hunter back to the Pack even if he could make it that far, and he didn't think he could.

Gingerly he began to move, dragging the trap through the leaves. With every step pain jarred through his leg, and the weight of the metal trap was almost too much. He staggered to a stop, panting. The sound was loud in his ears, but there was something else—he cocked his head, and the gurgling babble of running water reaching his ears. If he made it to the water perhaps he could confuse the trail. It wouldn't work if the hunter had dogs with him, but a haze was already beginning to cloud his thoughts. The plan would have to do.

His progress was slow, but eventually he made it to the bank of the stream. The water was from the spring melt, and he stopped to take a drink; it slid down his throat in the way cold water does on a hot day. Stepping into the water, he let it flow around his legs, numbing the wound a little.

The trap was still very heavy.

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[Edit: Continued tomorrow.]