Their return to the church was slow and tense. Occasionally, the wolf would emit a plaintive howl, as if urging the humans to move faster. The creatures were silent now, too exhausted to make a sound. Marianne prayed that they could hold on until proper care was administered.
Finally, they emerged into the church courtyard. A small gathering of townspeople stood watch, wide-eyed at the surreal sight of the procession carrying injured animals. Whispers rippled through the crowd, fueled by both concern and fear.