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He grinned, tail waving. He didn't think his injuries were that bad, though they did hurt a hella lot. He knew infection was bad and made it hurt more, but he had no concept of it killing you. He thought that only teeth could, like on your throat, or big injuries. 
Not some gunky little cut.

He didn't think he was too grown up either, but if Tundra thought so then he'd take the praise with another beaming smile and a soft shoulder bump.
"You're like, hella mature too," I mean, she's an adult right? She's done this more than he has so.

And she insisted on coming to the woods with him, which was awesome.
He let out a soft bark of joy - equivalent to a 'hell yeah' or a loud whoop, I suppose - and he knew they'd have fun together.
"It's ok, I know you wanna come back, and spending more time with you will be fun. I'll visit all the time!"
He wasn't truly sure of the distance he'd have to travel to make that promise, but oh well.
He was young, and Tundra knew better.

But his joy and excitement faded as she halted, making him stop and she passed in front to face him. His head tilted, ear dropping in his still puppyish fashion at her concern.
"I mean like...maybe? She seemed pretty hateful and stuff. I did hit her in the head pretty hard but I think if she could she would've chased me."
If only they knew it was frickin Towhee, slayer of Blackfeather, who he'd pissed off.