Hoshor Plains allowance

"I am happy to be here," Dutch replied, although the words did not ring true. He wanted to be back at the glacier, where he hoped he might feel a little more at home, and just a little less bereft. "Although I would be happier if I had brought you this man's head."

That, at least, was true.

He shook his head, not eager to be fussed over by yet another today. He felt silly lying there in the sick camp, even knowing that rest was what he truly needed.

"So long as I keep it clean, it will heal like all the others," he said firmly, pointing at his hip with his nose. His flesh had torn almost cleanly where the bear's claws had scored him, and he'd lost no permanent range of motion. He only had to allow his flesh time to knit back together, and then he would be right as rain. "I will be back in hunting shape before long."