Avalon turned to look at the wound. The blood had slowed signifigantly, and she suspected it wasn't deep, but it hurt like heck. Growling under her breath, she managed to drag the pig under and bush and turn towards camp, wincing at every heavy step.
Smoke could smell the cub below his tree. He remembered they'd had a quick little play-fight once. He pluck a nut from the tree and tossed it down. With luck, it's hit her head