Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

"I didn't get so big eatin' bad." he said, feeling proud at her comment. 

The adrenaline of the hunt had worn off now, and his shoulder was stinging. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever felt, but it didn't feel good. His entire right forearm was dark red, though he wasn't bleeding so much anymore. He decided to wash off while she finished. The water around him clouded up with a pink hue before being swept off. The bite was in an awkward spot, between his neck and shoulder, and he couldn't properly examine it. He dipped it under, and the cool water stung at first. 

"Fucker got me good," he'd say, though he wasn't looking at her.