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He backed away and growled a halt, which was more than enough for Menta to take her own couple steps backwards. It was almost as if he felt cornered simply by her presence - he had backed himself up as much as possible, and his eyes looked wild. The cream wolf didn't know if he was afraid, enraged, or -- simply mad? She concentrated on taking several even breaths as he disclosed that he had done this wound to himself and growled at her to go away.

But she was a pack member, and surely a pack member could be no threat to another. Menta made no move to go but stayed frozen in what she considered a safe distance - she was no good at comforting others in times of anxiety, but perhaps she could try if it was needed. I just want to help, the female wolf tried again, attempting to acclimate her low voice into what she hoped was a softer tone.