Phoenix Maplewood I'm a kitchen sink

The girl snorted upon witnessing his reaction, and gave a more direct (albeit small) bite to the base of his tail when Esaro claimed to have nothing to do. There was always something to do, even when bedridden. That's crap. You're up, you're breathing, you can still do shit for us. Come on. As she spoke she bumped and prodded at him, hustling the boy away from his spot of calm and reflection. A part of Tavi felt thrilled by the submission he displayed, and her ego was reignited. You can be doing a patrol, or tracking game - watching for the return of the herds in the plains, or something. Filling caches with plants for later, chasing shit -- well, her gaze traveled to his injured limb which, for now, he held close to his body as he hobbled away from her, Less chasing. But still, sitting around like a lump is the worst thing you can do. Of course, she was no healer. Tavi had no idea if her antics were putting stress on his wounds, and she likely didn't care, what with her lack of interest in his well-being.