Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

Maybe this was a wolf who did not speak, like the caretaker did. Though he did not mouth anything either. She tilted her head as he simply slumped down. Only then did she wonder: "Are you hurt?" He acted a lot like she had seen some wounded critters act that she had pounced on and played with. Clearly, if he was hurt, then it must have been something that had happened before she had come upon him, though.

"Bird, are you hurt?" she repeated shortly after, and tilted her head while she waited for him to start moving. The spirit sat down and just stared at him then waiting patiently for him to come to his senses and answer.