Moonsong Glacier Pack your things, leave somehow

Her persistence was...annoying. Galana may have thought herself helpful, but to Calahan, her incessant 'can you stand up' was nothing but pressure in a bad situation. He felt his temper rising at her urging, and struggled to control his words. 

Calahan hated the ice and the glacier. He hated the deer that had brought him here int he first place. He hated Galana, her confused demeanor, and constant yapping. Most of all, he hated himself.

He hated himself for his lack of foresight. With a single more inch of sense, he would have seen the dangers of traversing a steep, melting glacier. The inch of sense that seemed to evade Calahan his whole life. He hated himself even more for being unable to get to his feet.

Without any remorse, he turned his frustration on the rowan yearling. "What them folks yew called for doing? Pickin' grass?!" Remorse that he would surely feel later.