Silvertip Mountain Everything Around Me Disappears

Chaska flinched at the voice he hadn't heard over his pained painting. He peered over out of the corner of his eye to see another new member. So he guessed. His eyes slowly closed at how tired he felt from the wound. He gave a look that said what-do-you-think. 

"Does it look like I am?" He didn't want it to sound aggressive, but his wound was making him feel grumpy. He wanted to walk around without hurting. Plus the question that had been asked to him, it felt silly in his mind when his wound was plainly seen.