Sequoia Coast crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace

You're fine!

He heard the approach of another long after he had smelled her. A wolf. Another goddamn stinking wolf. But Twister did not bother moving any more than he had to put himself on the ground, didn't even bother turning an ear towards its approach. Any other wolf could have investigated him and poked at him at length and he would have ignored it, but this one seemingly took it another step further.

His contentedness in ignoring her was jarred abruptly as she sank her teeth into his leg. It couldn't have been the other leg that had nothing wrong with it, she sought out the one that had already been battered and twisted about. If it hadn't been broken before, it was certainly close to it now; he howled with pain and wrenched himself up, folding over backward on himself in some vain attempt to get her to stop.