The Sentinels dysphoria

The words were meaningless, but Mannoah crept toward the sounds of kindness that came from the little she. Soft, entreating sounds came from the woman's throat. Pride had left her, and either way, she had never been too proud to beg.

"Ayudame," she whispered, her voice hoarse and thin. "Ayuda... por favor... Necesito comer..."

She couldn't remember the last time she ate, but the signs were clear on her body that it had been too long. No one had been able to understand her, thus far, but she prayed that this wolf would know what she needed.