Blackbeak Bluff apricot

The white wolf showed no signs of leaving the injured. Her distress almost suggested that she knew him, but then the socialness of wolves was sometimes peculiar.

Having observed medical practice before, Sorcerer briefly thought she might leave to search for herbs or otherwise, but her efforts to dress his wounds took her nowhere at all and her twitchy movements conveyed how alert she was. With his presence possibly having been detected and with little reason to think there was much opportunity for him here, the red coyote quiet took his leave. Perhaps he would return later to see if the male succumbed to his injuries or if the white wolf was gone.

Perhaps not. He was, if nothing else, a creature of whims.