Not a vet
*Raylee* I clutch Torren’s paw in my hands, the warmth of his fur contrasting sharply with the cold dread pooling in my stomach. His body is trembling, a giant of a wolf brought low by a single brutal attack. I can see the pain etched on his face, his amber eyes pleading for relief as he struggles to stay conscious. “Torren, please, just hold on,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I fight back tears. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to get through this.” Freesia is at his side, her brow furrowed in concentration as she applies pressure to the gaping wound on his other front leg. Blood seeps through her fingers, soaking the ground beneath us. It’s a horrifying sight, and a fresh wave of panic surges through me. “Freesia, please! You have to save him!” I plead, my voice rising in despe
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