"Zamika." she put a hand on the side of her rib cage and winced. The mark their was newer and would still bleed.

Macon stayed silent, Luke ended up daydreaming about pups.

She sat down on a rock and kept her hand on the wound.

Maddie tugged on Crosby's shirt waiting for him to wake. Her ears pinned licking his soft forehead. Still howling and barking for help. Touching his cold face with her glassy red paws

Animal control came in, after they got an order of a rapid dog in a patient's room

She took off her hand it was stained red.

A small pole was placed around Maddie's neck, lunging her out out the room and into a cage.

Maddie refused, and howled, With a short grow, grabbing the pole and trying to pull it off. As they dragged her outside

She stumbled to her tent and looked at the gash which was bleeding uncontrolably. Zamika rolled onto her other side to help stop the blood.

"Oh! We should get you to our healer!" She exclaimed and grabbed the clean hand tugging her alongside her back to the pack

She shook her head no and began wrapping her side.

"Are you sure?" She asked