returning warrior

He'd find himself limping back home, that stupid boy had bit his paw in the end causing quite a sting. Couple with the bruise on his chest and he had a fine time finding his way back to the ship. Trying not to grumble so much, that didn't help his throat any, the pale boy would eventually hobble back into the giant hull. He wanted to be beside Zola, his sister would surely make him feel better. At the least she would be there to help him get warm. He would struggle a bit further, trying to get to their favorite place to lay, but as he went he realized he wasn't going to make it so far. Grunting his wounded leg would give out and he would be plopped onto the floor. With a deep sigh he would give up and call out to his littermate, she needed to come to him this time.