Lone Star Mountain Pulse

Ashlar couldn't move as he watched the shape falling from the mountain. He had been hunting further out than usual, and happened to look up just in time to see something. He was frozen, horrified, when he realized what that something was. Some wolf must have fallen.

It took him a few moments to shake the numb shock from seeing this, but as soon as he did, Ashlar took off for where the wolf would be. He dreaded what he would find because it was a long way down, but he had to try and help if he could.

They weren't moving. He felt like he might be sick. Ashlar stepped towards her and blanched at the scent of blood, but forced himself to think of what Gannet would do. He would try his best. He began trying to check, to see how badly she was injured and if she might respond, by nosing her gently. She was still alive but he'd never treated a wolf hurt this badly. He wasn't sure he even could.