Jason moved through the undergrowth. He was hurt badly very badly. Jason had come across another wolf shifter group a few days ago. The scar on his neck was wolf universal symbol for ‘outcast’. No matter how far he travelled he had been beaten, attacked and almost killed by any wolves he came across. That’s when Jason smelled them, another shifter group. Instantly he went on high alert. He considered his options, he needed medical help but humans couldn’t help him, his atomy was too strange. They might help him but on the same hand they were just as liable to kill him. Jason breathed heavily, this was going to hurt a lot. Ever since he was little his mother and father always told him never to shift with a broken bone, and including the one pocking out his elbow he had four. But Jason knew he’d stand more of a chance in wolf form than human form so he took his wolf form.<br/><br/>In wolf form he appeared as a timber wolf, but slightly bigger. As he shifted the bone in his  right elbow jutted out even more, his broken rib broke in three more places and his broken ‘ankle’ which in human form was his wrist, well that ended irrupting from the skin as well. Jason emerged from the under growth growling as he did just to emphasis the point. He may be growling but that was to try and tell the three shifters he’d fight if he had to. He was heavily limping with his front right leg total messed up. A wound on his fore head was matting his fur, and he did the best he could to shield his rib. The right front leg was causing a trail of blood behind him. Jason was barely conscious by the time he reached the three, his injured tail between his  legs and his entre body shaking. Jason wanted to ask for help but he wouldn’t ask for it out right, wolves weren’t like that. With every growl, there came an almost impossible breathe at the end. Each one getting slightly harder. He stood like that for a few seconds before falling to the floor his energy completely drained.