Brian was leaned against the wall of the shelter he had built, his breaths strained by pain as worked on pulling the porcupine quills out of his leg, tears escaping his eyes as he cried out of control. When he was finally finished, he couldn't help but lean over and begin to sob, crying out with each bundle of tears. He couldn't do this. Not by himself. Suddenly, he was startled by a sound of the leaves crunching outside the shelter's opening.