Lake Rodney death and burial were locked up in my chest [m - gore]

His mouth ran dry as he stared at the two wolves across the water, mouth hanging slightly ajar and body crouched to make himself small. The other wolf was still now, and Eljay wondered if instead of a doctor, the wolf standing over him was a cannibal of some sorts. His eart skipped a beat as he watched with widened eyes, unable to keep his eyes off what was unfolding in front of him.

A little high-pitched squeak caught into his throat when the doctor slash cannibal wolf turned to look at him. It felt as though he was being looked straight in the eyes, and Eljay's heartbeat sped up rapidly. There was a note of recognition in that face, but Eljay didn't think much of it, since he only knew the Caldera's wolves and no one outside it. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what.

Then the still wolf with the blood spluttered back to life, it seemed, and Eljay was relieved to see that doctor slash cannibal wolf didn't instantly go for his throat. He was probably a doctor then... Right? Eljay's voice croaked awkwardly as he called out, "Are you... a doctor..?" He nibbled on his bottom lip nervously as he wished to close the space between himself and the two individuals, but was too scared to let go of his safety blanket of water between them.