Should've Seen It Coming

He didn't have the energy to go very far after the fight with Ignis. He was bloodied and bruised, and his age didn't help. After the ordeal, he had gone to rest in the nearby mines before finally feeling strong enough to put more distance between him and the pack. He knew his eye needed treatment still, and so far all he'd done was try to keep it clean with water. His face was still somewhat swollen, and he still felt sore and unwell, but he couldn't stay here nor seek help from the pack mates he left behind in his condition. He had hoped to catch up with Drifa before she got too far, but by the time he and Ignis were done fighting, plus his passing out the moment he got across the borders, he had lost her trail.

He didn't know where else to go, nor how far he might make it with untreated injuries. His foxes led him along, helping him where they could though none of them spoke much. They moved wordlessly, though the further they went, the more he somewhat started to recognize the terrain through his one good (albeit blurry from exhaustion and pain) eye. Finn and Lumi were leading him straight to Abaven, and while he knew he needed help, he was unsure about seeking theirs. After all, he did betray them because of his stupid deal with Hjarrandi. And for what? To save one, ungrateful wolf from the clutches of potential slavery? While he thought it a good idea at the time, it hadn't been worth it.

He slipped towards Abaven's borders as he followed behind the fox pair. They'd been moving nonstop since he left the northern mines, only stopping to rest for short bits at a time when he got too tired to walk. And it seemed just as they were reaching the borders, his strength gave out again. He collapsed just outside the borders of the pack. Worried but knowing they were potentially within the grasp of help, both Finn and Lumi began to yip and call for help.