Driftwood err Driftwolf?

Rudy didn’t see Reddy and could only hope the bird once again went to go find his brother.  Rudy’s front left leg curled close to where his face lay, the paw a gorey thing with a few toes missing.  A good amount of fur was missing along his neck with horrible gashes in the neck where the demon had sunk in his serrated teeth and thrashed his neck about.

Worst of all, where most of his pain emanated from his tail, or where the tail had been.  Rudy had never thought of any special fondness for his tail but now that it was gone the wolf realized how much he would miss it.  The bone had born shorn off along with the fur and muscle.  Even air on it was excruciating.  The water had cleaned off all the initial blood but as Rudy lay there the grass was also starting to be painted red.  

The boy closed his eyes once more.  Somehow it was hard not to sleep which seemed inconceivable for all the pain he was in.  He needed help but a small part of him didn’t want to be seen this helpless and weak.  
Rudyard Carpathius