Moonspear like a lost puppy

He nudged her... and it felt like she could fly, if only for one single second before his breath went elsewhere and she was surrounded in winter's chill once more.

A whine-gasp at the thought of - Talis is injured?! Infection?! she sprang to her paws and sniffed around his body fiercely for... well, what she didn't know, but she needed to be sure. The pale golden coyote was her only friend, after all. Sunlight and moonspirit, is this one okay? concern laced the next whine. Her nose seemed to dig lightly into his fur, checking. She noticed a mat and dug it out with her teeth on instinct. No mats were allowed on the pale man's fur at that moment.

More questions, asked in rapid succession. Wolf take care of you? So Wolf will come back soon? Talis eat? Does Wolf feed Talis?