Hushed Willows isumanguruk

@Valmúa ??

After the conflict within the territory Kigipigak took the time to soak his wrist in the lake, attempting to sleep off the majority of the pain from the lost dewclaw as he could. A few days passed during which Kigipigak kept to himself; he did not patrol, he did not talk with the other recruits, and on occasion - if pressed for socialization by one of the other recruits - he would warn them away with a low tone in his throat.

Eventually Kigipigak became frustrated by the attempts by others to tend to him, so he hobbled his way down towards the valley, then veered his path along a ridge that dropped-off near a patch of willow trees. It was a patrol route he had found ages ago and had been working on prior to Whrist's tresspassing; it had been tedious to spread his scent along the path and now it had gone stale. 

Huffing to himself, Kigipigak followed the path and tried to raise his leg to mark it over again. He had to put more pressure on his other limbs to compensate and felt a fierce burn in his injured wrist at the last moment, causing him to stumble and swing too near the edge, almost falling. He pressed himself back against the trunk of a willow tree and waited for the pain to pass, all the while cursing beneath his breath.