Under the vet’s skilled hands, the animals received their first real care. He cleaned wounds, treated infections, and examined the weakest among them. The wolf watched intently, her ears twitching at every movement.
Hours passed, but the atmosphere lightened as the animals showed signs of improvement. The weakest one, whose breathing had been shallow and labored, let out a soft yip. It was the smallest of sounds, but it filled the room with hope. Marianne smiled, her heart swelling with relief.