Otter Creek wolves of the calla

the wolf that woke before indra somehow seemed more terrified than her; incapable of helping relmyna, indra only watched in horor as the wolf wheeled away from her and nearly immediately lost its footing in an ataxic sweep of limbs and white snow.

there were only a few things that caused such disorientation in wolves; sickness or death. like the patched female indra found herself reeling from her unexpected companion quickly, as if fearful of fang or rebuke.

all the same the wolf that shifted in the snow, unbalanced and lacking command, appeared genuinely ashamed -- an aspect that indra did not expect a dying wolf to carry. "are you ok?" she asked, immediately feeling stupid for even asking. wasn't it obvious the angular female wasn't?