Lost Creek Hollow Don't worry, I'll be alright

Sven was not ill at the sight of his brother's wounds. More so he was illl that they occurred at all. He was supposed to take care of them amd he had failed.

Sven wanted to help his brother. But he knew he couldn't. It hurt to lift his right leg so instead he scrubbed at his chest wound. Each touch making a sucking and swooping feeling in his stomach. He shouldn't be able to feel meat.

Sven stood still. Though he wanted to shrink into himself from the pain. A titl of his ear as he listened. He was happy for the check ins. 

A nod. They would heal. Sven particular had too. He didn't even know if he could help his brother hunt like this. 

Scen dipped his head thinking. We can raid caches and the like until then. They should not benefit from our hard work.

Sven shifted so his brother could go for the wound on his chest first.