‘I’m sorry that it’s me doing this, it’s just as awkward for me as it will be for you,’ I heard in my head before a warm, wet tongue traveled gently over my wounds.
My eyes fluttered again as I felt myself slowly healing.
Once I’d finally regained enough strength, I opened my eyes, staring into the nearly black ones of the same chocolate brown wolf that had carried me here.
I reached out, running my hand through the fur on the wolfs muzzle, feeling a warm, stickiness, “Thanks.... You smell familiar,” I whispered. The wolf leaned down, licking my face excitedly.
‘Sorry, he’s more outgoing than I am,’ the voice filled my head.
“Wes?!”
I’d nearly screamed, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Only then did I smell blood.
‘The one and only,’ Wes chuckled nervously.
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