Murderer

She seemed to be hurt, and he couldn't help but whimper and nudged her as best he could. He wanted to help her, he sighed and began to walk away into the den. It would seem that she wished to be alone, but he stopped and walked back over to his mate and licked her cheek, "Come on, Trica, you need to tell me what's wrong, for I wish to help you. You have not eaten in a week and you seem to be dehydrated. You need to tell me, otherwise you will be stuck in a rut all your life and you'll die. I love you, and I hate to see you like this."