Brother Paul finally mustered the courage to speak. “We need medical supplies. We must find bandages, antiseptic… something to help stop the bleeding.” He eyed the wolf, unsure how it would react if they stepped out to gather what they needed. Marianne nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Marianne raised both hands, gesturing toward the door. She hoped to communicate that she needed to leave briefly. The wolf let out a low, warning growl. Its yellow eyes blazed with fierce protectiveness, as though it feared that letting Marianne go might seal the fate of its injured companion.