Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

The boy swallowed, head tiling in compassion he thought he shouldn't feel, but did. She was clearly hurt, he didn't know enough about anatomy to notice her shoulder was seriously damaged. He just thought it looked funny.
"We won't," he replied with thick sterness. If she were so worried he'd take the blame. Damn her for being so annoying yet so captivating. 

Tundra's voice hit him. Looking up he was so relieved to see her. And Bertók earned a just as grateful chuff. He seemed to make the girl shut up, thank the Gods.
"She's hurt a bit." He called up. Of course, with the adrenaline and needing to be strong to save them both, he'd feel his pain later. Likely heavy bruising on his back and ribs, and a lump he could feel throbbing on his head, but mostly ok. 
His Mother came and he smiled weakly. He'd likely get in some sort of trouble, but that's just character building.