Swiftcurrent Creek I make mountains out of stones

His face remained unchanging at the name. He didn't know of Pema, though suspected she was a former healer, nor the opinion Dawn held of her.
He looked to the half-eaten body, noting the hesitation and slow reaction. Perhaps dehydration.
He didn't want her to be in discomfort and often wary or reluctant wolves were harder to cater for but he was never bothered. He just wanted to help.
He started to ask some questions about the pups too: "Are the pups feeding ok? He'd get some borage leaves if not, see if she wasn't producing enough milk.

 "Would you prefer something else to eat? Or a drink?" He offered, knowing that a pika may not be to her taste. Plus, he could get moss easily enough and soak it in the stream.