Inferno stumbled weakly towards the Dominion's territory, not really taking any notice of what he was doing or where he was going. Rain poured down making the ground muddy and slippery. He was weak, hungry and alone, too tried to think... wanting.... needing food....
He slipped and landed on his side, but he couldn't get up... he was to weak to do so. His breath was heavy, and his pelt was sopping wet and covered with mud...
I can't... I don't know... he thought as he fell into a deep sleep...