Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

No! She was wrong! Blood was not blood, not the way she was using it, even he knew that! Blood of a fellow wolf was not to be consumed the way she did, it was gross! Not delicious at all, not a meal, it was wrong! In response to it, the boy shook his head in disagreement. He didn't really have time to say anything on the matter before she started hushing him, a sign that he was doing the right thing. So he continued!

No! No! No! No! he was smaller, tired and wounded but he was sure he could probably outrun her for a while. Hopefully, until someone came to investigate all the yelling as he simply got louder and more obnoxious with it with every NO he screamed. Then - quiet. Someone was speaking. His attention shot to the direction of the sound. Awkwardly he bounded to that direction, swallowing the distance between himself and his might-be savior.

Yes! Help! She's bad, she hurts me, please! Please? Where did that come from? Was he this desperate for help that he would be pleading with someone? With a stranger? Yes he was, he very much was! Please, help! There was no second thought, he needed them to come now!