Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

she tends to his wounds and he is too weak to fight her. it is only dimly now that he realizes the stiffness in his back leg. the effort with which it takes to try and move it. the pain it shoots up to his hip.

there comes a half-whine half-snarl, bitten with pain, his teeth lashing out at her now. it is her fault! her fault. because it cannot be his fault. his pride won't allow that. crazed eye zoning in on her, but each bite falls short.

this woman has the upperhand. a fact which infuriates him so. weakly, he lets his head fall to the moss he lay upon. breaths coming in pathetic, wheezing efforts through his bloodied nostrils.

fuck off.

he shoves the root away with a paw.