Cedar Sweep Blood of a fool

And you are?

His question echoed through the haze of hunger and madness, tendrils of it reaching out to touch the remains of the Before wolf. The real one. The one she used to be.

"I don't know," she realized, only to have that train of thought ripped away as her attention was drawn to his retching. She was quick to try and soothe him, fearful as she was for her young charge. If he perished, she didn't know what she would do.

We need to get out of here. It's not safe for a vulnerable wolf - back to the den would be best. Where there's yarrow and lemon grass and young, healthy rabbits. We can't stay. Jawbone is waiting at home...

She had to find a way to get Shink back to their den.