Ravensblood Forest making splinters

A flicker of a smile crossed Jaws' lips at the dog's defiance to meet death this day, but his face was quick to slip back into a somber scowl. It would not matter how driven this canine was to survive, his grievous wounds were beyond repair; it was only a question of time before infection and fatigue brought him down and kept him down until the last of his life ebbed away. He may have already reached that point, for as unnerved as he was by Jaws' presence he remained sitting rather than rise and be prepared to react to any threat from the coywolf.

"Perhaps not," Jaws replied, seating himself now that he was assured that this dog was too weak to pose any concern. "But you know you're not long for life, don't you?" Although his compassion was not blatantly apparent, Jaws' genuinely pitied this dog and was stirred by his suffering; but he was not well versed in soft and comforting manners.