Duck Lake it's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits

The twitch signified there was still life in the boy – albeit, it didn’t look good for him. The swarthy wolf worried over the injuries, particularly his neck. He did not smell of disease, and so Constantine did the only thing his moral compass would allow for. He scooped the youth up as gently as he could, and made his way swiftly back to the creek.