Gus huffs, staring down at the pig, his face twisting in a mixture of pain, anger, disgust, and several other feelings he can't put his finger on. There's a moment where he sighs, and leans down to grab and drag it back to camp, limping along the way. He also moves to elan down and pack his wound in with some dirt.
Once/if he gets back with his kill, he moves to retrieve his knife and begin to skin and gut the creature. He moves to set up a fire to cook over the majority of the animal, harvest some good sized bones, some for sewing and some for other crafting. He rests for a while, trying to cut some fabric from his makeshift tent to wrap around his leg to stifle the bleeding before he'd throw away the rest of the carcass a decent way from camp.