Otter Creek I don't believe in fate

He was willing to do exactly as Zephyr directed, and so he buried his face in the other boy's soft fur, closing his eyes tightly. Pheiros shifted more against him, shuddering painfully as his stuck leg was slowly worked out from the tree roots. The pain made him nauseous and dizzy, and he swayed a little as he sat down.

He tried to collect himself a little, which was pretty much impossible. He looked at Zephyr with a pain stricken expression I think it might be broken, he said shakily. The pain, and the way his paw limply hung there were both good indicators. He didn't need any medical knowledge to know that.