Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

The boy softened when the stranger gave his name, ghosting a few steps closer though he winced with each movement. Something hurt terribly inside of him, and the thought made him panic a little. Things weren't supposed to hurt inside of you, were they? He tried to ignore the thought, not wanting to have a break down in front of Arrille (though at this point it was inevitable, even if Prince wouldn't admit it).
I'm Prince. He offered, flicking an ear at the question and realizing he was rather cold. Yes... and something hurts... inside of me. Here. The boy gestured to his right flank with his muzzle, a helpless look on his face. He didn't look as if he really expected any help from Arrille-- rather, he was just telling him because he didn't know what else to do. There was a childlike fear written into his expression, his barriers dropping as he realized he was truly injured.