POV: Malia Moon
The principal doesn't ask questions when we arrive at his office carrying an unconscious, unnaturally massive wolf between four sets of exhausted arms. He simply rises from his desk, takes one look at the creature, and goes very still, all the color draining slowly from his face.
"Where did you find this."
"The forest. Near the east wall." Vargus lowered the creature carefully onto the stone floor, chest still heaving from the walk back, sweat and dirt streaked across his face despite the early morning chill. "It attacked her directly. Ignored the rest of us."
The principal crouches beside the creature, examining the patchy fur, the scarred skin beneath, with the careful, clinical attention of someone who has seen this exact horror before and hoped never to see it again
