Prayers aside, Brayden humored the last remains of fight within him starting with attempting to stand. The odds in conjunction with starving wolves didn’t sound promising but to give his spirit some rest, he figured he might as well try. By the sounds of it, the door was still ajar so if he could just get up, he could easily hobble over and close it completely. Judging by the aching pounding of his ankle, he undeniably twisted it on the way down. Before the shock wore off, he slide backwards until his back met the wall. With its support, he inched himself up until he was standing. Gauging the extent of his injury he put some weight on his right leg and a sharp jolt shot up to his hip.  His jaw produced an audible snap as his teeth clenched together. Better than screaming he supposed.<br/><br/><br/>Still holding the wall for support, Brayden started to follow it towards the door. He had limped a couple steps before a growl sliced through the silence and inspired a wave of cold sweat to form on his back. Halted in his journey by paralyzing fear, his body braced itself. Every muscle tightening, his eyes snapping shut. The anticipation of impact was just a glimmer in his mind. Lasting just a second before he felt movement and something latch on to his neck. He heard a startled sound escape him, the force of impact slamming him flat against the wall.<br/><br/><br/>For a moment, he panicked. Something was in the motion of ripping his throat out but was it just....one? A wolf? What about the others? Was there more in the room? He waited for thrashing. The motion an animal does when prey is between its jaws. That deadly shake to break his neck and end him. But this...<br/><br/><br/>Didn’t feel like death.<br/><br/><br/>Whatever was at his neck was still latched, his skin tightening painfully around the punctures almost like it was...<br/><br/><br/>Brayden felt lightheaded and the room seemed to shift. Now on the brim of unconsciousness, he was released to then slide down the wall. Holding his now weakened body upright was an unattainable feat. There was a pulsing in his ears that rushed an uncomfortable amount of heat into his face. He tried to force his eyes open until a coolness met his skin, a voice gently ushering him out to nothingness.