still worried me thought of him being choked to death by his own cough (twitches).

     I licked his hand once; my ears perked when I heard a cry of horror. I raced to the front of the caravan where it had came from. Junt lay motionless at the feet of a large dark-brown wolf, his body was sodden with blood. Then before we knew it, we were surrounded by a pack of wolves, four times bigger than our clan; and the brown wolf on top of Junt stared at me then raised his bloody paw and raised it up to attack.

To Be Continued…