Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

In this position, stretched on his side and tail tucked against his stomach, the underside of his neck where the damage had been done was on full display.

And although there was the instinct to curl up and protect these things, there was also the instinct to survive.

So he fell silent, content to be tended to by the wary kindness of these strangers.