Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

Perry took a kick to the ribs during the weekly hunt and now they're bruised. He also has a small laceration from the deer's hoof. Aspiring Healers especially welcome, though anybody's free to join!

Peregrine grunted as he slowly lowered himself to the forest floor. His ribs were smarting something horrible. He tentatively bent over to smooth his tongue over the small laceration on his flank, yet he winced and stopped when the pain proved to be too much. Instead, he stretched out and let his cheek rest on the cool ground. If he lay very still, the pain became a tolerable ache.

"Damn it," he muttered as he lay there. "Damn it, damn it, damn it." The Alpha was beginning to wonder if he should retire as a Gamekeeper and pursue a trade in which he was actually talented, unlike hunting. At least lately, he'd proved to be a massive failure. If he didn't shape up by wintertime, he and the rest of the pack would be in bad shape.