Bitterroot Valley a head start in hindsight

"Hmm" Holland's good eye pulled a thoughtful look. If it was carrion, there was not much he could do. The body itself would churn it out in time. With winter here, the frost killed all the herbs. He could not offer any to the man to relieve him quicker. "would you mind if I felt your stomach?" he would ask now, still not moving from his position. 

He would be able to tell from that what sort of pain the other had from pressure alone. The man had questions of his own though. Holland snorted softly, closing both his eyes. "Cougar" was perhaps the easiest answer he had given so far. The wounds from his brethern had healed nicely, but the scars from them dragging him to the cougar's den... had not.