It was a rather good question to ask of course though a part of the man certainly wished it hadn't been spoken. It would need to be answered sooner or later, whichever healer arrived would be bound to ask the same question of course. The answer however certainly left Dutiron feeling rather old, he was no longer a young man and he was aware of that fact though this was a painful remainder in more ways than one. "My back." He'd admit. "Tell them I've put my back out." Voice was a little quieter now, not through the pain but his own shame. He knew that he wasn't going to stay young forever, that age would catch up to him in one way or another but now of all moments, at the start of a harmless spar. Well what a wonderful way to fill your pack with confidence, one Author was tending to pups and recovering from their birth and now the other had hurt himself.
