Sequoia Coast The Lost Princes

Prince shrank back when Arrille growled at him, ears flattening submissively. He knew he wasn't in any position to fight, whatever the other thought about his own state. The boy relaxed a little at the following apology, though he did not try to clean the wound anymore.
Your scruff is all torn up. He murmured, not quite meeting the other's eyes now. Hurt as he was, Prince could not find it in himself to be anything but subdued. After a moment, he half-collapsed half-lowered himself to the ground, too weak and clumsy to do anything properly. He could feel the cave getting colder as well, and wondered if they would both freeze to death through the night. At least it would be peaceful.