Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

Prince didn't know what he meant by saying his name was funny, but he did know the other boy's offer was kind and he moved forward to meet him, to stop him.
You shouldn't move too much. He told him gently, daring to press against his side slightly to urge him to sit down. Maybe neither of us should, for awhile.
Well, he thought it was the best idea, anyway. There wasn't much they could do, and clearly they were both injured-- despite that they had just met, Prince felt a strange attachment to the other already. Concern, too, growing in intensity. He was too familiar, and right now nothing was familiar to Prince, so he clung to it. Had the boy had any idea how bad this would be for him later, he might have just thrown himself back into the ocean. But he was blissfully unaware, instead sniffing at the other's scruff with innocent concern.
You're wounded! Prince was dismayed, moving to draw his tongue over the wound he had inflicted (though he didn't know it now).