Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

It was a ferocious roar of pain in his head and it churned his gut. The nausea of his pain almost felt too great to try to eat something. For a moment he stared, watery eyes and uncertain, but his other option was far too bleak to not try.

The remnants of the plants he had managed to eat felt like stones in an empty stomach.

The other firebrand helped him, the one who had seemed against him at first. He knew now that she was not mean, she had not meant harm. She was like the village women. Fierce in the unknown, kind in the knowing.

In the den, he hoped to find pain slumber while the two firebrands worked.