In her office, Dr. Cassandra read through the patroller report and her previous notes from examining the she-wolf. She knew that a thorough physical and mental health check was necessary to have a chance at helping her regain her memories.
“Not much to go on,” she mused to her wolf.
Dr. Cassandra’s wolf was named Izzy, a sleek and agile black wolf with black eyes that seemed to see through you. Her fur was soft to the touch and glimmered in the moonlight, with a white crescent marking on her chest. Izzy was brilliant and wise, often sensing things that others could not.
“What do you expect from patrollers? It’s like if you’re new to this pack!” Izzy snorted.
Dr. Cassandra could imagine Izzy rolling her eyes at her. It’s true. At least in this pack, patrollers were not known for their
