[Aditya's POV]
Now inside the walls of Sindhu, I sat on the ground with Fenrir on my lap with herbal cloth wrapped around his form leaving his head. As he wined softly, his once-strong body now frail and exhausted, I gently ran my fingers through his exposed head as I tried to soothe him. His fur, once thick and untamed, now seemed dull and frail, the strength that had once emanated from him almost entirely drained. I could feel the bond between us, still present but weak, as he struggled to stay awake, his breathing shallow and laboured.
"Fenrir..." I whispered softly, my voice full of tenderness and sorrow. "You've done more than enough. Rest now. You've earned it."
