Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

A sliver of darkness appeared in the distance, at first nothing more noteworthy than a shadow until she noticed its slight movement. Wolf-sized, but with an amble to its gait that showed a favouring of a forelimb. She uttered one low growl in her throat as she watched for any sign of malaise; aside from the limp, the wolf carried on in a straight line. Her concerns for her pack's well-being lessened. 

She rose to her feet and moved toward him, uttering a soft chuff to catch his attention. Her head lifted, and the fur along her shoulders bristled and rose as she confronted him with a stiff, attentive stature. He was impressive in physique, but she knew the look of exhaustion from the drop of his head and the steady, zombie-like motion of his gait. Her gaze flicked past him for a moment, wondering if whoever it was that had injured him bothered to pursue him. None were within sight, so she narrowed her gaze in on him again as she came to a halt; forbidding him to pass.