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In his concern for her leg, Sriracha forgot to ask about other wounds. It was no wonder he was a terrible healer. Though he cared, his attention span was too short to give long-term care. What about other wounds? he asked, glancing at the cuts that littered her sides.

There was a pause during which she said nothing, and Sriracha ventured, señorita? Have you passed out? But she had not. Suddenly, she surged to her feet, her left leg held gingerly above the ground. Immediately Sriracha did as he had with Ocra, stepping up beside her left side so she could lean on him if need be. I am here, if you need the support. How does this feel? Do you think you could walk like this? He could always carry her, but that would be no fun for either of them. He was not the largest of wolves, and it would be embarrassing for her to be dragged through the wilds by her scruff like an overgrown child.