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He stood slowly, taking a moment to rest after his front legs propped him up. Sudden movements were nauseating. After a few failed attempts, he was standing again. Wobbly, and in a great amount of pain, but standing. He could see the nape of his mate's neck, which looked much worse than he thought. 

His tongue had started to swell around the puncture. From what he could tell, the tooth hadn't gone all the way through, but it hurt like hell and made speech awkward. 

"Should be gettin' back," he said, speaking through exhausted breaths. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to make it back. Now that he stood, he only wanted to lie back down. But they shouldn't stay here.