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

He was able to drop the pieces as Ujurak finished up dressing his wound. He stared at the splintered pieces. Tears threatening to overtake him. None of this was fair. They were trying so hard. And life kept bearing them down.

He pushed his head into his brothers muzzle. A soft whine in his throat. But laying about feeling sorry for yourself got nothing done.

No break go ahead. Then you can talk me through how to help you. And my muzzle isn't bad. It just smarts.