Horizon Ridge pollen season

Kennedy continued to pick at the squirrel, chewing on the particularly sinewy parts as he half-listened to Thistle go on and on about how she was going to make him all better and everything was going to be juuuuust fine. “Then call them,” he replied, glancing up at her and challenging her to do just that. “Because I’m not in the mood to listen to you carry on about whatever the hell it is you’re talking about, woman.” The last word was spat at her with disdain.

Why could they not just leave him be? Or kick him out? He was nothing but dead weight to them all, and yet they continued to harass him and try to make him all better. Even Pump was guilty of this, when he had thought she was a wolf of reason. Apparently, he had pegged her all wrong. She insisted on keeping his weak and pathetic soul around... for what? Entertainment? He sure as hell wasn't helping morale.