Harin woke to an ice cold liquid against his cheek.
His eyes cracked open and with a small glance, he could only guess he had been washed up onto the surface.

The rock beneath him was slippery with the water mixing in with the moss and grass, and there was a ton of snails gathering around said place, their slime trails very visible in the moon light.

How long had he been out for?

He mustered up all his strength and heaved himself up, shaking off the bugs that crawled onto him when he was passed out.

But something was.. off.

Looking down, a loud shout left his mouth as he stumbled from the sudden sight - and fear.
Fear? Huh.

His hand had been cut- cut? Looked more like bit - bit off.
It was there, lying on the ground, looking fresh as blood oozed out slowly.

"Holy fuck-" He whimpered and quickly grabbed his hand, breathing quick and heavy.

Digging in the bag he had brought with himself, he dug out a stapler.
He promised himself he would never get it this bad, but what else could he do now? He wouldn't be parading around without a hand, this was most certainly a path to his death.

Anatomy doesn't work like this, but his body was just a bit different.

He took a deep breath and put his hand in the spot where it was missing, and started stapling it back on, pained grunts sounding.

When he was done he let the pain rush through his wrist, up his arm and down his chest - and then it was gone.
His hand functioned as normal now, he could move all his fingers and the scars barely hurt him.

His restorative abilities would attempt to heal his hand, but if it worked, he didn't know.
Right now he had to focus on getting back up the mountain.

Harin knew it was impossible to turn into his wolf form, it wasn't fit. It had been damaged in the process of the fall. It wouldn't be of use until it was alright.

He had to rely on his human form for now, but for how long would he be able to do so?

Ignoring the thoughts rushing through his mind, he started walking into the forest ahead of him, surely there would be a pack here? Maybe they could tell him how to get out of here and up that mountain?

His stomach rumbled, great. Another downside. He can't just eat raw meat now or else he'll get sick.
And how the hell was he gonna hunt? He didn't have any weapon or anything, not even a knife. A stick wouldn't do good, either. Most were blunt and wouldn't even pierce the body of an animal.

And he wasn't killing an animal with his bare hands.

Lifting his nose, he sniffed the air and picked up a coppery scent- metal? What?
He could also smell some smoke - and ah! He could just see the smoke in the air. Maybe there was a cabin out here of some sort?

Following the trail of the smoke and the smell, he finally encountered a small house in the clearing. There was a vegetable garden just at the front, a couple of tools, and a shed.
There was no sign of life yet, he couldn't sense any beating heart.

Maybe the owners had left?

Whatever had happened to them, it didn't matter right now- he had to get into the shed. That was where the metallic scent was coming from.

Creeping into the yard, he rushed towards the shed and tried to pull the door open, but there was heavy chains locking it in place.
"Shit" He grumbled and just as he was about to leave, he saw bolt cutters - but they were inside the house.

Harin was no criminal, hell no, he wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for a fact that he was going to die out here from starvation and probably wild animals - other alphas, to be exact.

The front door was locked, and looking into the house, he couldn't see anyone.
So he did what he had to do.

He grabbed the axe that was left out on the chopped up log, and smashed the window, little shards of glass flying out in different directions.

Climbing in, being careful to not step on or touch any glass, he grabbed the bolt cutters, jumping out again and cutting the chains on the shed's door.

They dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and he headed into the shed.
There was a shotgun and a small handgun - both would be very handy.

Taking both, he shoved the handgun into his pocket and held the shotgun in both hands, also dumping amounts of ammo into his bag while loading up some of it into the newly acquired weapons.

Harin had also grabbed the knife lying there, it would help him with cutting anything that needs to be cut.

"God damn! Who the fuck did this?!"

A raspy voice came from outside and he peeked out from the shed, seeing a middle aged man there, looking furious at the destruction, holding a shovel.

Oh god, so the owner had been around!

Harin knew this was breaking and entering, obviously. But he'd just borrow these for now, he'd give them back later.

Waiting for the man to go in, he snuck out with the items and ran into the forest again, getting as far away from the house as possible.

He stopped when he sensed the familiarity of the waterfall.
His shoes were soaked and his head ached now. His cut off hand did, too.

But that was an understandment.

His ears were pretty scratched too, but they didn't hurt too much.

He set himself down onto the ground and huffed out in exhaustion.
The shotgun was sitting on his lap so it didn't get wet, and the handgun was tucked away in his pocket neatly.

He huffed and leaned against the rocky exterior of the mountain, letting the small droplets of water splash onto his face.
That damn mountain was going to be a pain in the ass to climb.

Unless there was a way around it - if only he hadn't been injured. He could've transformed into his wolf form and he would be back up the mountain in minutes.

He wanted to rest, his hand ached and his head was pounding.
But he couldn't. This territory was dangerous, tons of odd packs and shit. Wasn't there a pack somewhere around here that lived in metal?

And by metal he meant metal scraps, broken buildings - not whatever the other packs would usually have. Leaves, grass- no. These wolves slept on glass and polymer composites.

It would be hard to pin point where they resided, as they masked their metal scene from the outside world. But surely, with the help of a map, he could find them.

Maybe they could help him build his way up the mountain or something?

Oh well.. he'd think more tomorrow. He was exhausted right now, maybe with some sleep he'll be better prepared for tomorrow.
Sleeping beside the waterfall wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing ever, but he'd just have to endure it for today.