Her father, much less skinny than Sahara, curled his lip back but padded off through the bushes.
They laid Sahara down on the moss and leaves, and as they did, her eyes opened. "Rebel.. talk to her, you're the only one she knows." she told him, then went and sat next to West. "Poor thing, she's going to have to fight to live." she whispered to him, giving a small, hopeful smile. "We've given her a fighting chance though."
West returned her smile. he was greatful she knew what to do, he always felt so helpless in these situations.
Rebel sat by Sahara. "I'm here." he whispered. "I'm so sorry." his voice cracked with a sob.
West looked at Sierra. keeping his voice low as possible. " Does something strike you as odd withthis she-wolf and her father?" he paused. "I mean.....there is something about the father i don't like......do you think I'm just paranoid?"