Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

The weirdness of this whole situation didn't quite hit him until he no longer could feel the earth under his paws. He was still waiting for the whole murdery-shakey scene, but it didn't come. The large creature was firm, but also gentle, which didn't do much to soothe his frayed nerves. Could anyone blame him? On the verge of death, and here a wolf was offering its help to him. A wolf! He sort of wanted to laugh at the abnormality of the whole situation, or maybe cry because fate was being so cruel to him today. What had he done, but fall out of a tree? 

His face twisted up in pain as he hung limp and helpless from the wolf's jaws. He swiped at the air, his teeth firmly clenched together as he grunted and whined in pain. There was no comfort in their walk, it only made everything hurt more, and didn't exclude his pride. 

The duo walked in silence. Or rather, the wolf walked, and he felt his pride sink lower with each step. He felt no need to converse with the strange creature, and still felt that she was off to bring him home to some hungry pups. He'd be an easy meal, a learning tool. But there were no pups, no strange sounds. Just the kind wolf that might have been a little crazy, helping a fisher instead of eating it. 

When they had arrived to... well, wherever they were, he was happy to feel the ground beneath his paws again. He didn't move from that spot, as Frank was still tired, his mind still foggy, and with the wolf so close, still very much afraid. "Why?" he suddenly asked, "Are you, what, a crazy sorta wolf or something?"