[BEAR.]

@Raywood

Fortunately, the trek from the territory to camp was uneventful, and Bucknight managed to remain upright long enough to make it to his den. He dragged himself across the enclosed space, paws scuffing the loose soil of his den's floor, and he all but flopped beside his nest - leaving room for Cakeless to join him if he wished.

Blood plastered his fur, clumping along his underbelly and side where the blood had oozed, trickled and dried, and he twisted to lap at the matted fur, smoothing out some of the mass with his tongue. "How's your shoulder?" he asked, distracting himself from the mess that was his fur. "Is it bleeding?" Bucknight didn't have a lot in his den that would stanch blood, but there was some fresh moss stored by the entrance, and they could use that as a substitute for cobwebs.

A thought occurred to him, and he paused. "Will - you be staying?" Bucknight was torn between his desire for Cakeless to stay and his aversion of the thought of his dear friend feeling obligated to stay.