Shadewood My City To Ruins

For the first time, real concern flashed in Daggerjaw’s eyes. “Hey, cousin,” she said in a soothing tone, stepping forward a bit. It was a term she’d picked up from her father. All full-blooded wolves were cousins and all coywolves and coyotes were sisters or brothers. “You alright? I mean, I know you’re not, but… I mean, you’re not gonna die, are you?” She smiled, but mostly out of awkwardness. When push came to shove, this wolf hadn’t done anything against her, and she was just now noticing how badly he seemed to be injured. “Maybe you should… lie down? Sorry, I’m—I’m no healer.” She wished she had one of her siblings nearby, who would maybe know more about what to do in this situation than she did. Her specialties were hunting and scouting, not making poultices or telling others what herb to eat to keep them healthy.