Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

He was the oddest wolf she had ever seen but undoubtedly at least half wolf if not more. He was malnourished with a healing leg, lacking in muscles from his treatment. She gazed upon him sadly, wondering how he had become this half starved thing. Not by choice certainly. 

She approached slowly, not wanting to startle him. Her stance was neutral, neither imposing submission nor giving it. She sat the meat before his paws, obviously offering it to him though silently. She moved back, keeping the willow for now, so that he could eat.