Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

She had tried to warn him: phantom pains and a difficult healing process if he even survived and he had assured her that it was his wish regardless. His leg was laying outside the den. She was not yet sure what she was to do with it; it would be something she would have to figure out. It was tucked away at the very least so no children might get curious. Ruenna’s children were not ready to leave the den and would not be for quite some time but it never hurt to be safe in that regard either.
 
He tried to speak, but he caught in his throat and she frowned when he tried to move. “Stay there. Allow me.” She moved over, fetching a turtle shell she had managed to find during her ventures to the southern part of the canon with Kallik shortly before her own pregnancy came to fruition and carefully grabbed it by the head hole to fill with water before moving it back over to him. It spilt, but at the very least he would be able to drink from it without moving to much. “Drink from this. You need to limit your movement or else you might just bleed out yet.”