Grouse Thicket variations under domestication

*rushes in*

Althaia head was swirling. This week had been a rather exciting one- full of encounters with lone wolves and pack wolves alike. There had been the stunning red female, the grey male she had tended to, and the pack wolves that seemed to be everuwhere in the highlands. However, prey was still gone, and Althaia was growing weaker. The hare she had caught a day ago had given her enough energy to move on, but she needed more prey, soon.
Therefore, she was elated when she found the water vole. The tiny creature scurried along the banks of a small stream, straight toward Althaia's hidding place. She crouched in anticipation, as the vole came near-
A cry of pain broke the silence, startling the water vole and Althaia both. The little thing turned and ran, and Althaia pounced, but too late. It was gone. The she-wolf's ears flick in the direction of the sound, and without hesitation she lopes quickly toward the voice. Pain, in any medium, compells her to help in some way. 
She found him quickly, the male, thin like all the wolves were. She stopped a short distance away, out of sight, and watched in shock as he dry-heaved and shakily stood. She stepped forward, head bowed in submision. "Greetings, sir. My name is Althaia, and I am training to be a healer. I heard your shout, and I wanted to know if I could help, sir." She said, perhaps a little to quickly.