stay low move slow like animals

The trek northwards was miserable, with his leg giving him such immense pain. A regular dose of a mild sedative kept him from getting too worked up about it, and he'd been relatively good about keeping a paste of chewed marigold smeared across the majority of it. He'd been lucky to happen upon some horsetail at one point, but that had been a few days back. The binding of it had helped him get this far, but the mash he'd smothered the bloody gash with had been long since lost. He chewed absently at the wad of meadowsweet, ignoring the awful taste in favour of the ease in his pain. The titan had taken little time to rest, favouring movement and activity to keep his mind from wallowing in his grief. However, the unfortunate side effect of this was that his wound was steadily weeping blood down his leg.

The sand underfoot was pleasantly warm, and the sun beat upon his spine. He sighed, haunches dropping onto the shimmering sand. Perhaps he'd take a moment to admire the view, and let the bleeding ease. Better yet, perhaps a dip in the ocean would cleanse any infection from the open wound. Wading into the cool sea was heaven on his aching paws and overheated form. The bite of salt into an open wound, on the other hand, was enough to draw a lengthy hiss of breath through his gritted teeth. A string of profanity escaped his clenched jaws, just loud enough that it was likely to carry for only a few feet. No one was around to hear him cursing the spirits and their mothers, thus he could get away with it. The marigold he'd applied drifted away in the water, followed by a steadily growing cloud of red that spread out from around his right forelimb.

He dropped his ass into the water, determined to sit there and take it. It might even hurt worse than when the coyote had originally taken a chunk out of him. Somewhere in his mind, the celestial goliath could hear his mother scolding him for letting the beast take a chunk out of his hide.