“He doesn’t understand!” Eagle Flies grunted as you squeezed the washcloth over the gash on his back.

You just hummed in response, not wanting to have a say as you really didn’t know what was going on between him and his father.

“You agree, right?” He looked at you over his shoulder, his shoulder flexing an open wound - causing him to groan in pain.

Eagle Flies had got into a fight again, despite the fact his father told him not to.