The hunt isn't exactly fruitful. Injured, he's not exactly looking to tango with the bigger, slower creatures - and he doesn't have any traps to lay and catch the smaller, quicker ones. Luck doesn't strike him until he's on his way back to their meeting place.
He frowns at her when she tells him to sit, but complies, eyeing her plants before glancing down at his arm and beginning to unwrap the crude bandages he'd made from tearing up the rest of his sleeve. He doesn't ask questions, they're past that now.
When the wound is revealed again it's still oozing blood, the teeth marks a slashes that go horizontally along the top and bottom of his forearm.
I forget he has something that she can take back with her....
When she returns to the fire there will be something that looks like a cross between a pig and a rabbit roasting at it.
He frowns at her when she tells him to sit, but complies, eyeing her plants before glancing down at his arm and beginning to unwrap the crude bandages he'd made from tearing up the rest of his sleeve. He doesn't ask questions, they're past that now.
When the wound is revealed again it's still oozing blood, the teeth marks a slashes that go horizontally along the top and bottom of his forearm.