broken by the back of it - open, visitor

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Pain radiated through his back left leg, throbbing and growing increasingly agitated with every step. He was lucky to have escaped with his life, though at what cost? His mind was far from his current position, trapped among the turmoil and disgust, going over alternative possibilities and what could have been. Dutch was not himself, at least not at the moment. How far he had wandered was a question he stopped asking long ago, hunger and exhaustion both taking turns being the ever-loving life and soul out of him. His body ached, stumbling almost drunkenly from the lack of sleep. Alluring yellow eyes gazed ahead, staring at something that simply did not exist. The freezing wind felt almost refreshing against his fur, reminding him to keep going. Gritting his teeth, the ebony wolf was suddenly overcome with a powerful scent, one of which he was not familiar with. Was it another gang? He was not sure. Despite being in rough shape, Dutch had enough fight left in him that if he were to be killed would he be able to take a couple assailants down with him.

Finally did he come an abrupt stop, his head lifting up to take in the land that laid before him. It was a place he did not recognize, for better or for worst. Plating his legs into the soft earth below did he brace himself, fighting to stand against the dying winds. It would have been foolish of him to proceed forward into a unknown group's territory, especially now. Drawing in a breath, the male pointed his muzzle into the air before releasing a rather hoarse and eerie howl, one that was surely to gain someone's attention.