Moonspear steal my sunshine

Last from me!

The two made decisions for him, which suited him just as well, as he figured they would've been able to get a better look at his wounds anyway. "Alright," He groaned, somewhat reluctantly. It'd be a bit of an uphill climb to get to the den, but at least they hadn't chosen to go hunting down in the Glen, otherwise he might have protested the idea of climbing all the way up to the den. He shoved himself up first with his forepaws and was disappointed to feel his ribs protest- what was it with ribs? He'd only just fixed his ribs from the last fight with another animal! That's what they were for, though- and they'd protected his internal organs. Slowly, he rotated his back so his hind feet were beneath him and he rose, fighting the urge to shake the dust from his pelt knowing how much that would hurt. 

A couple small droplets of blood fell and left dark circles in the dust, but for the most part, the bleeding was slow. "Ahrighty. Less go," He said, reaching out to touch his sister's face at her volunteer of optimism. He would heal, and they'd cauth those spooked mule deer another day- but yes, at least the sun was still shining, and the rains hadn't come back. That, at least, was enough of a blessing.