After pushing Kyrie to lap the sugary sweet water while holding her head up to the bowl, hours more passed as I tended to her… and the pup. The first nursing I stayed separated entirely, but hearing her whine…
> Laying on this white wolf as my son feeds on milk feels far too intimate. <
Throughout that, I was checking both of them with | Matron's Monitor | regularly. As callous as it may have been in the moment, I'm honesty still grateful that I did not use it on her immediately.
I was already panicked. Seeing her condition listed as *anything* worse than [Severely Weakened] like the first time I did it would not have made me work to help her any more clearheaded.
It was obvious that she was in a 'hypothermia' state. I'd done my research on potential problems after | Survivor's Wisdom + | allowed me to guess that cold would be the key factor because I was morbidly curious about what the humans would be dealing with.
