Silver Creek The Hunting Grounds

Pain. Pain! The sensation of being moved, being stopped, being crowded. Light blocked out.

Turmeric has little sense of how he'd gotten from behind the bison back to where they had left the kids. He knew Arashi had carried him. He knew he'd brought him here. But everything about it felt like a fuzz. Like reality sometimes felt after he cried too much. Constricted. Surreal.

He heard voices. Questions. Answers. Felt Arashi overshadow him. Tried to curl deeper into his General's protection. Found himself finding another instead.

Mmmm, came his pinched effort of saying something of his mother's name, Mhmom What hurt? Everything. But he didn't want to worry her, or any of the others; didn't want to become some sort of display. He forced a small laugh. Tried to stand. Could quite find his footing and caved back into the ground, think it got m'ribs, he mumbled.

And everything else.