Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

This is going to be interesting. :o 

After her bath, she stepped onto the bank, shaking the water droplets from her pelt. She then turned to the sunlit field, thinking that the sun’s warmth would help dry her. As she gracefully strode over, she paused, for what she had seen nearly swept her off her feet. A wolfs body, marked with crimson on a grey canvas. 

She trotted over, to examine this being. But once she saw his face, she remembered back to a previous time. This was the pack wolf that Mag chased off. — She didn’t know what to do for his wounds, but she began to lick them, an effort to remove the blood stains. After Thinking for a moment, she ran back towards the river, gabbing as much as she could mouth of moss, to pack the wounds.

Hopefully this would stop the bleeding. She laid down in front of him, trying to coax him awake.