What Did I Do?

it seemed Érebos found the pup on it's brink, on it's end. good. at such a young age, there was use in them. to shape them, to control them. Érebos would take them in, train them up and use them for the entirety of their life. to be a dunamis, they were always on call. what was another? "Your life is not ending." he exhaled while his nares flared from picking up other wolves on their scent. "It is just beginning." and with that, he aimed to assist the puppy up, his maw going to lift them gently. this way, Érebos could clearly see the injuries. and they were in bad shape. glancing about before looking back at the pup, Érebos said, "Lets get you somewhere safe to clean up those wounds. Do not try and walk yet." he would then, if allowed, pick the puppy up by the scruff before he set off to somewhere with more sustainable herbs in place to begin healing the wolf. his eyes vigilant in case someone tried to take away his found prize.

"Érebos"