Day 50, Spring 511
Ven silently laid still and aware of his surroundings,frightened that the beasts might have picked up his scent. It had been nearly two hours since he and his master were attacked by the wolves, and he nearly died too. His left fore leg was bleeding from the bite the wolf gave him, before he transformed and fled the scene.
Only two things told him to continue forward, his masters shouts to run and his fear of being torn limb from limb. It was because his masters quick attempt to hitting the wolf biting his arm, giving him the chance as all three wolves turned on them. He was scared enough to transform into his original form, and run without feeling the pain his limb feels now. Not much blood has been lost, but if he didn't find help he would eventually bleed out soon. This meant he had to move onward.
Cautiously, he started limping out of his hiding spot. Checking the area to ensure he was safe, still fearful of the predators lurking nearby. Steadily, he limped to the direction he ran from. To see if his master was alive, which to him appeared very unlikely. His eyes felt glassy as he fought back the tears, his fear and his pain...both were unreal to him. It won't be long....I'll see if master is still OK soon..
Still limping toward the spot where they were attacked he thought he heard a noise, footsteps maybe. He paused, hoping that it was someone familiar. Master? he thought, is that you?