Buck rolled his shoulder as he moved back into the ranch. He didn't need the sling anymore but the joint was still prone to stiffness and the odd bout of pain around the bullet wound.
The war had been tough and stressful for everyone. Each tribe had suffered injuries and loss, and it had also seen each tribe tighten their borders... some more than others. Where the Saga and the Chets had gone anti-Enk, the Oma still allowed them in but they were vetted more.
There was one good thing to come out of it all though, and that was his and Honey's relationship. He had hated seeing her hurt and he didn't like the idea of her being on her own up at the hives, not since the kidnapping.