Broken Boulder half-dead

The she-wolf opened gleaming argent eyes, and even before she started to move Ali felt a wave of relief. If she could still respond, maybe it wasn't too late.
Her words sent a chill through him. He sniffed at her, double-checking the scent but finding no evidence that she had birthed recently. Not her babies, then, he assumed-- and he was relieved for that, too. Still, his heart ached for her, for the pain in the few whispered words she offered.
I'm here. Ali assured her, though he was certain the girl could not hear him now. It'll be okay. I'll take care of you.
With few options he could think of, the boy leaned forward to gently grasp the stranger's scruff. He lifted her as best as he could, then began the trek further into the territory. It was more effort than he had realized-- how could someone so skinny be so heavy?
Ali chose a den on the outskirts, near to the cache Korei had helped him dig. Once he had moved her, with as little jostling as possible, into the den he turned immediately to visit the cache. It was filled only with small prey for now, but there was certainly enough. He chose a fox, closing his teeth around one stiff, bony leg to carry it back.
Hey. Alarian dropped the fox to softly greet the girl as he stepped into the den. He didn't expect that she'd rouse easily, if at all, but he nudged the fox closer nonetheless. Hopefully the scent would eventually wake her.