Don't you notice how I get quiet

At the girl’s mention of his injury Redrum's gaze flickered to the offending wound, his shoulder bearing the brunt of the bear's savage assault, a testament to their narrow escape. But, even amidst the pain, he was just pleased they had made it out alive and with only his (hopefully) superficial gash. "Red will. Be fine." The boy assured her, his voice steady. "A. scratch." He would have shrugged, if it were not for the stinging. In truth this was not his worst injury to date, so it was kind of on the backburner of his focus. Especially as the girl’s stomach quite nearly growled at him, and she suggested a renewed hunt.

Redrum's lips curled into a weary yet determined smile, the resilience of the boy on full display. Besides, couldn’t go home empty handed, what would mother think? "A hunt, then," Redrum nodded in agreement, his skull whipping around to set his sights on the creek she mentioned. “Know how. To fish?” His question was disjointed as usual, a subtle twitch in his legs now that they were not in the thick of a high speed chase.