Blacktail Deer Plateau the storm is coming in

They came upon her healing den much quicker than he thought they would have, but to say that his sense of time was misconstrued was accurate. Mordecai would not have been surprised if he hadn't gone and thrown that on the back burner purposefully, distracting himself from the steady ache that came rattling through most everything else. He reclined towards the earth, finding exhaustion creeping up; better to put himself on the ground before he ended up there anyway. Not that it was really that bad, at least not that he hoped. He couldn't see half of what had been done towards him.

And so to answer her question: "Well if you want the honest answer, I hurt all over," he said at first lacking tact or humor. "But mostly the neck and legs from what I can tell. Might have gotten me along the scruff too," and beyond that, he didn't know. It seemed easily to leave out the part that they were trying to put him down permanently but he didn't think that Blue Willow would miss where the majority of his wounds lied. It would have been redundant to tell her. He drew his tired gaze to her then, as though it were merely to suggest that she would simply do what she had to do.