Some things can't be undone

Her soft words told him to come to her, and after a few moments of hesitation he did so, settling his larger body behind hers. He huffed as he fell, resting his pale head on her shoulders, salmon eyes staring down at the pup, at his brother. How were they going to care for this whelp? They didn't have a mother to nurse it, and it was just a babe. Huffing out a sigh, he licked the black fur that lay beneath his head. "How in the world are we going to feed him?" He mused out loud, his vocals soft as he stared it down. With that leg twisted the way it was, how could they even train him? Would he make it that far?

His gaze shifted over to her golden marked face, his eyes sliding closed as he shook his head back and forth. "Is this what happens when I leave you alone? You wander off and bring me the unknown? You're like a cat to bring me treasures, but to what measure? How can we care for him, with that mangled limb?" He asked in his lyrical voice, his eyes opening to search her face. Did she truly think that she would start to provide milk for the mangled pup? Milk didn't just sprout from the ground. Perhaps when they went hunting they could search for a mother deer, maybe feed the child its milk then. It was spring, there was plenty of deer still nursing. He awaited her answer before he would share his own thoughts.