Warja spoke again and Aksel sighed in dismay. His injuries…. right, of course that's what she wanted to know about. Could we have a round of applause for the idiot? Aksel took another deep breath. "Rohken… ahh…j….ahhh" Sighing again in frustration he moved a paw to gesture to the left side of his lower jaw where he was fairly confident the fracture had occured. He then gestured to the more obvious wounds on his shoulders and hips. That was all. Aksel bottled up the thoughts of his mother, embarassed he'd even spoken them to Warja in the first place. He figured he'd be long gone by the time that topic ever came up again. In the mean time though she wanted him to go back to the pack?
Aksel made a face. If she was a healer couldn't he stay here? Though it occured to him all her supplies and such were probably back at her den. With a huff he nodded. Yea, yea, sure he'd go back to the pack.
