Cedar Sweep Take a minute

New Snow waited like a good dog surely would. Her tail patiently thumped against the earth until the waiting felt long; then she settled onto her hindquarters. More time passed, and she slid to her belly; soon, her muzzle was draped over her foreleg. But she remained vigilant for the boy, and when he reappeared New Snow pushed herself upward and hobbled toward him with enthusiastic whines, forgetting her former dread of being treated.

She simply liked being in the company of her pack.

He spoke, stranger than before; New Snow could not understand to begin with. When his breath began to hitch, New Snow knew something was wrong; immediately she called for @Ashlar to come swiftly.

The hunter was not a medic at all. She could not save him if it came down to it. So she drew nearer to keep him aware and awake, lapping at his face and applying gentle pressure with a canine now and then to keep him roused from sleep.