OOC: Derp.
Mersonas stopped, staring ahead. If he strained his ears, he could hear the water in the distance. "The border is near here. If you head in that direction," he signalled with his tail, "you should be out of pack territory. If you keep going straight you'll probably hit the Town. If you turn left after a few miles, you'll reach the Farm. Maybe some dog there'll volunteer to patch you up, if you feel you need it."