Not how I thought I'd find you

Sprawled out above ground, his cattle dogs curled close for warmth, Ken tried to take stock of his injuries. It would be the last time he dragged his drunk ass spelunking that was for sure. He wiggled his toes and frowned at the stabbing pins and needles pain. He wondered if it would eventually go away or if he'd be stuck with numb legs for the rest of his life? At least he was able to move his tail without sharp, rippling pain shooting up his spine and leaving him wanting to vomit. For now.

His head lifted when someone called his name and his cattle dogs started barking in response before he could. He sighed and tried to yell over the cacophony, "Over 'ere!" He'd stand if he could, but now the adrenalin had worn off, he didn't quite trust himself.

"speech"