Hiding from my Past

Beneath the trailing branches, a patchwork wolf crept painfully toward the pond. A bad limp revealed the twisted forelimb, a long journey adding a hundredfold to the ever-present pain. His mismatched eyes darted across the terrain nervously. His scruffy pelt rippled in unease. He'd come so far, seeking the freedom his siblings had sought. Had they found it, here? Or was this place just another Hel he'd find himself trapped in?

Well, Hel or no, he'd traveled a fair distance since last he'd been able to stop for a drink, let alone a rest, and this was a beautiful place. A good place to stop, rest his crippled leg, get a drink... maybe he'd come far enough for now.

Decision made, and with the coast seemingly clear, Tyr Hr??vitnisson limped wearily on to the pond within the trees.