Firestone Hot Springs The door to December

He twitched, reacting to the smell of the rabbit before he even fully opened his eyes. Koontz took a step backward as he latched onto the carcass, then began to eat it ravenously. She licked her jowls as she observed, not hungrily but thoughtfully. Who was this wolf and why was he in this state?

When he finished—which took all of two minutes—and thanked her, Koontz nodded her head and dropped to her haunches. "You're welcome." Her head tilted ever so slightly to the right. "What's your name and why are you in this condition?" She used her gray muzzle to indicate his thin frame. It was a valid question, considering they were in a land of plenty, and he appeared to be healthy otherwise.