Porcupine Ridge Things I almost remember

a sour expression stretched it's self wide across his maw as he hobbled after the girl with unsteady steps. the pain was manageable without any weight upon his paw, but walking even a short distance brought about a sharp sting to his leg. 

the girl was more patient than he would ever be, her steps matching the pace of his own. were the positions reversed, he would have tormented her for taking so long to move or would have left her behind altogether. she was kind, and he judged her for it. 

she pointed him toward where she slept, and he offered no more than a blink in acknowledgment. "here is fine," he announced as he slumped to the ground where they currently stood, tired of the pain and discomfort that crept it's way through his leg.