His shoulder was throbbing, aching even as he stood there, but Amon barely flinched at the sensation. Having a dislocated shoulder hurt far more - and so too did a truly broken bone - but this? This was just a flesh wound. No, not even that. He would have to take things easy for a few weeks, regardless, so that meant their hunting would have to be curtailed early.
Resting would be best, methinks.
He commented next, and turned to find his way back to his assigned patch of forest. Amon didn't go far before he noticed... The tree roots. The roots that were chewed and pulled wide by Somnia had made a new opening in the ribcage-like root system. Hold on a tick, look there.
The beast advanced upon the hole that had previously spanned the width of his shoulders, and peered in to the crevice.
What do you think of that? Looks like a playhouse or somethin'.