Piers limped along with the rest of the group, wincing in pain as he walked along. He was in pain, only because he had tripped earlier that day and twisted his leg. He should have gone for help, but he didn't like any single person besides Margaret, who he didn't mention his injury to. Limping along to the forefront of the camp, Piers observed the auburn sunset. It was pretty, that was for sure, did Piers care much? No. He didn't care much for anything other than his sister and the animals he carried around. As if on cue, the little baby squirrel he picked up near the beginning of the day peaked out, waking from its long nap. It burrowed against Pier's chest, accepting him as it's new father. Piers gave out a quick smile, but hid it again. Picking up his pace, he started his long walk into the town.