who's turn is it to save who now?

He felt a little bad as he watched her put her paw down. It was clearly bothering her, and they should probably get her back to her den. Or that secret little place she had showed him, so she could rest up. Especially before any enterprising wolves saw it and decided to take advantage of her weakness. Forgetting, of course, that the rules here were different.


As she hobbled closer, he realised she was going for the bag. He gave her a wicked grin and he grabbed the bag in his maw and swung it out of her reach. "Mine now" he said, his eyes grinning. Before she could retaliate, he took a few steps, and then picked up his pace. Stopping again just out of her reach. Leading her, through she likely didn't realise, to the safety of her hidey hole.