When Snowfrost stirred at last and yawned, she hurriedly checked the sun and went out to meet Beetlepaw, trying not to flinch at his obvious wounds. “Do you need to get anything for those?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay calm.Blackblood was already out of camp early in the morning, working off some of his grief and anger on a young badger.
Beetlepaw was covered in bruises and scratches as he picked a piece of prey from the pile