A large coarse tongue licks Thea’s cheek, but still nothing.
A look of confusion comes across the large beast as he tilts his head to the side, watching her. He can hear her heartbeat getting softer but he has no idea what to do. He can fight, he can hunt, he can provide for her, but he has no idea how to heal her. The extent of his medical knowledge is what he watched Thea do to him.
He whimpers as he nudges her again and again, trying to rouse her. His large paws and large claws are suited for inflicting damage, not for helping.
Sam stands back and looks at Thea, the large gray wolf looking hopelessly lost and lonely. He raises his head to the sky to howl. It is the only way he knows to show his hopelessness. The shortest but most passionate mournful howl sounds, in the blink of an
