It'd been days since he'd been brought back home and his rump hadn't left he and his mate's den, covered in medicated leaves and goo that had been grounded from herbs and the waters of the main shaman's den. But even with being hurt, being told to stay still and 'recover', Garok found it dull and boring to some extent....but...
It didn't matter. He could suffer the agony of boredom. He was home, he was content, he was battered and bruised but he reluctantly accepted his place, not for himself but for Ro's sake. He would stand it all for her.
Even if he was currently licking a part of his paw that wasn't covered by leaves and listening to sound of the pride outside of the den, it'd been so long since he'd listened to it.
Kivras