Snippet #2655543

Rooke went quiet upon seeing him and Tyson were back at their camp. Rooke frowned when pulled away from Tyson, and he only have a tiny not in response to Alex. He went over to Puki and Synax, looking down at the ground. He was starting to get tired, the adrenaline in his system incredibly low. His shoulder had a heart beat, and his side ached as he reached his good arm over, and pulled his duffle back slowly off his head. Rooke refused to look at anyone, knowing all of this worry and pain was the fault of his stupidity. His injured right wing continued to drag behind him, sticking out, but the other wing was folded close to his body. He reached over and started to anxiously play with the feathers at the end, frowning still and looking down like a puppy who was just scolded. "My side hurts, too," He mumbled, looking up with his good eye to Synax and Puki. His lips pursed, quickly looking back down.