Whitewater Gorge big poop

It isn’t a graceful tumble despite the attempt. A sickening crack sounds off, and then another and Eve is torn between uncharacteristic swearing and weeping. Broken toes are Awful, almost as awful as stepping on legos. At least he didn’t knock his already injured brain too badly.
He flops on his side eventually, and stays there—willing to accept his fate of becoming one with the grass on the edge of the gorge.
But another had seen his blunder. It takes him back to last year, during his earlier months in the Wilds where the near exact same happened—except he’d been luckier there with the injuries.
Uh… He starts off. Mismatched green eyes turn down to stare at his left forepaw, and the bloody mess that formed on it; at least two broken toes and a ripped off nail. Nice.