Ravensblood Forest I feel like a ghost

The bear-wolf came closer.
Derg accepted that he should just be eaten, but more words spoke through his haze of despair.
Surely this stranger was right. Derg could get up and he was stronger.
Never before has he let his emotions get like this.

His tongue licked the saltiness from his lips as teeth pricked at his scruff, pulling him upwards.
Suddenly, Derg's muscles started to work again, being forced to help the man pick himself up and stand.
He stood like a newborn fawn, legs asunder and head half bowed.
Derg sniffled, wiping his face on a leg and swallowing, his throat dry.

He felt so, so heavy.