Baldur limped weakly back to the gathering. His wounds had been tended too and he'd managed to find a kill on his way back into the plains and was carrying a small portion back wtih him, part of an elk's foreleg but he was quickly loosing consciousness. Oh great? and Aksel was out and about. He was sure Loki would be along soon.
Dropping the leg he offered a soft smile. "Sorry it took so long?. there's a kill a mile south of here near a large oak tree." He sat down heavily. "Aksel? c'mere and help your uncle Baldur. He went and tried to drown himself." Baldur laid down on his side, flopping in the snow, too tired to do much more.
