we know its broken, but here we are

He wasn't quite ready to return home. Something about this eerie landscape made him afraid to return. What if he brought the disease back to the bamboo? His father would never forgive him. Would his father even notice him gone? Feelings rising in him that he had no idea how to deal with. Frustrated, Jiro kicks out at a wall with a forceful backward motion. His face scrunches as pain radiates up his leg. Cursing under his breath, he attempts to place weight upon the paw and instantly brings it back up to his stomach. Nope, it was sprained.

Glancing about the gloomy cavern with dust swirling down from the ceiling, he searches for something to use as a brace. He hoped he wouldn't need to try and pull a piece off of the wall. A collapse in the tunnel would not be ideal. Hobbling further into the mines, Jiro peeks around a corner and spies a small room off the main tunnel that is piled with old supplies that appear promising.

Settling himself down with his injured rear paw sticking outward, he begins sifting through the piles until a decently straight and not rotted piece of wood catches his attention. Picking it up with his teeth, he sets it to the side and continues to look. If he could find some okay pieces of cloth to use, he'd be able to make a splint in no time.