Redhawk Caldera Hitting the tables without you again

Peter and Ferret, though very different in looks and personality, had one thing in common - thick skulls. Though the unlucky fall and hit in the tree had not gone without consequences (bad headache for few days, a bleeding nose and occasionally forgetting, where he was and how he had got there), he was otherwise fine. The food conditions had not improved by great measure and the poor nutrition had already effects on the small cub - the bones were prominent under his pelt and he, who had already stayed behind in growing up with the rest of the cubs seemed to have stopped doing that altogether. 

Today the boy was hanging around the rendezvous place, being busy with chewing the antler his mother had brought the other day.