Nefretiri
"Shh," I put my hands up in a non-threatening way, hoping she wouldn't attack me. However, I had nothing to worry about. The female was in so much pain she could barely lift her head. "It's okay. I won't hurt you."
Sticking the twig in my bra, I risk getting closer. In the distant light of the building, it's hard to tell much, but when I'm close enough to touch her, I see how bad the situation is. Unlike the other chained wolves, she was on a harness. The straps tightened to the smallest setting, cutting into her flesh. The she-wolf was too thin, and her belly protruded like she'd swallowed a beach ball. There were silver claws and fangs like all the others, and I worried about the baby. What would it do to an unborn child to be exposed to so much of it? What about the mother?
Could she survive the birth when she seemed so weak?
