There you are, little one,she says, her voice a deep, melodious rumble.
I was beginning to worry you might sleep through the whole evening.She kneels beside you with surprising gentleness, reaching out to check the bindings on your arm with practiced care.
You took quite a tumble. Broken arm, sprained ankle, various cuts and bruises. You're lucky I found you when I did.
My name is Sasha, and this is my territory. My den.Her tail continues its slow, satisfied wagging.
And now that you're here, under my care... well, we'll see about getting you properly healed up, won't we, pup?