It sucked that Siyet was still healing, but it was understandable. Chan had taken plenty of his own hits, including from hooves - they could cut in, pinch in a way that paws didn't. It was an unfortunate risk, but all hunters faced it equally. The point was that it was constantly improving, and he was thankful for that.
"I'm glad."
When she brought up his tail, it naturally picked up to wag.
"It's weird," he spoke honestly, following her into the cleverly crafted shelter. It was larger inside than one looking from without might think, and again he was reminded of the northern packs he had visited. They were nice memories to recall. Chan settled in, body following the curve of the wall without touching the cold snow. His paws rested in front of him, a foot or so away from Siyet's own. Just being out of the wind made it warmer, and soon it wouldn't be too far off from an earth-bound den.
"Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's just a weird stretch-like ache. Sometimes I forget anything happened at all and it feels like the rest of it's still there. Been a few times I've sworn I've knocked my tail tip against something."
It had been disturbing, at first, experiencing such an injury, permanently losing a physical part of himself. As with most things, however, Chan had adjusted rapidly. It was what it was.
(This post was last modified: Jan 14, 2022, 03:05 AM by Chan.)