Amoxtli felt a since of relief as the boar gave its lasts breaths and kicks, him and Castor had done their best to hold the beast down while Zeteri finished it off along with the help of Shiloh and Leafshadow of course too. He didn’t know if hunts usually ended this badly for the hunters involved, he had hunted much smaller younger boar with his father and never did it give them this many problems in the past. But then again, his father was there, and he generally killed pigs smaller than himself, likely because they were easier targets. He couldn’t help drag the kill of course he could barely carry his own weight after his adrenaline settled and he stepped off the boar.

It hurt so bad. His shoulder wound was large and deep in parts. It dragged before it struck sinking deep into his flesh before pulling out and he didn’t dare look at it. Blood and mud covered the boy only making the job of walking all the harder. It was all over his shoulder and ran down all the way down his cream and tan legs till it met the mud on his paws. He limped heavily until soon after they started walking he felt the gentle push of Shiloh on him. He felt so bad, his gaze met the mark above her eye where that stupid creature managed to hit her after all, it could have been her eye! If he had only just been a bit faster… Still though despite that he was more than grateful for the shoulder to lean on and just the comfort of having her walk beside him, at least it seemed like she wasn’t mad at him for being late. The boy grit his teeth with each step sometimes an involuntary, and un-manly, whine softly escaping each time he placed pressure on his front left leg. It took all his power to stop himself from just stopping and laying on the ground to just alleviate some of the pain. But he kept going.

It seemed like it took a lot longer to walk to the center pack than it was to leave it. Finally Zeteri stopped dropping the legs she held and looking around. She sent out a call and Amoxtli was un-surprisingly not hungry and with his stiff sore jaw who really could blame him. He didn’t even think he could eat the boar now that it was all said and done, at least, not right now at least. He was about to steer away when an all too familiar face came towards him, his Uncle Sen. Amoxtli blinked up at him eyes watering slightly before looking away from both him and Shiloh, he hurt so bad he didn’t trust himself to speak and as Sen redirected his attention to Shiloh he took his weight from her own side and began limping away from the group sitting just out of ear shot of the group though if someone yelled for him he certainly could hear. He looked a gross mess and felt like one too. He figured Shiloh would follow him and he was happy for that and hopefully his mother would come too. Right now all he could do was smell his own blood, boar, mud and a bit of Shiloh. He bit his lip trying to reach around to assess his wound but just twisting around hurt his shoulder bad enough to make him whine and just stop sitting cradling his leg Sen would take care of him but really he just wanted his mother there.