Askan limped along, his tail a stiff and bristly slant between his legs. He'd gotten back safe to the Shallows, so now what? He was half tempted to head back to his den and try and sleep it off, to pretend that a couple of hours kip would make it all better. But in reality he knew that wouldn't do a thing to make it better. He hadn't even looked at it yet, didn't want to see the mess he'd made. All he knew was that his middle toe both stung and ached-at the same time!- like a bitch.
Fine, he guessed he'd bite the bullet. The sooner it got sorted the better, right?
It took some time and a lot of cursing, but eventually Askan managed to hobble over to Pete's infirmary. He stood in the little clearing outside the mouth of the den, holding his lame paw a few inches off the ground. God, he must've looked like a right idiot, Askan couldn't stomach that thought, made his mouth taste all bitter.
"Pete."He grumbled, hoping that the tiny Archer was about. Askan was in no mood to sniff him down.