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Goosepaw's brows furrowed together as he watched Gentlethunder practically pick him apart on the spot. As the warrior growled and turned away, he sighed through his nose and lifted a paw to wipe coyote blood from his muzzle. Fine. That was fine. Honestly, it was the reaction he'd been expecting.
He'd hoped to at least help carry the coyote's body back, but it seemed that was also out of the question, so he turned back to Wormbite.
"Hey," he said, nudging his friend.
"I think we're all going back to camp. Can you walk, or do you want to lean on me?"