[He pulls the handcart towards the area that Keith gestures to, and then - with his help - unloads the creature in a heap. It looks smaller in the light, sad and pitiable, and its skin has gone sallow and white in the sun. Its injuries are mostly congealed now, but the damage they did to it was brutal. It never had a chance.
His expression twists into something very much like regret, and then he backs away from it. They take the time to stack some wood around it and nearby, enough that it'll burn.
He'd retrieved the matches from their makeshift aid kit inside before coming out here, but he can't light them one-handed so the box gets tossed to Keith in an underhand.]
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His expression twists into something very much like regret, and then he backs away from it. They take the time to stack some wood around it and nearby, enough that it'll burn.
He'd retrieved the matches from their makeshift aid kit inside before coming out here, but he can't light them one-handed so the box gets tossed to Keith in an underhand.]
Here.