Redhawk Caldera What's Up, Doc?

Aduin groaned, rubbing his chin on his paw while whimpering softly. Hard ground was not something everyone liked to hit with their heads. The pain had shot up his jaw into his head. But his pride, it hurt much more. And when he heard something coming, and the scent of a wolf, he just wanted to crawl into a ball and never come out. Though he had to, and spoke without lifting his head to not reveal his face.

The aching wolf ignored the fact the other wolf got his name wrong and answered with a shake of his head. "M-my jaw just hurts." He moved his tongue around, making sure no teeth were broken. Although there was a distinct irony taste of blood, meaning he certainly did bite something. Yet he said nothing about it, too embarassed about losing an easy catch in front of someone else.