Sorrow breached Alez's quiet tenacity as the blood pooled around her in a crimson puddle; the dog was dying. He whimpered again, gazing up at Alez with gold eyes that were so human it sent chills through her body. They stared at her filled with a mixed solution of misery and dread. The animal released another almost soundless cry as Alez parted the fur around the abrasion to get a better look. It was deep, not quite down to the bone but close enough that Alez could see the exact structure of the dog's skeleton from under the exposed flesh. Blood seeped from the wound as if it were a racing river and, hopeless panic seizing Alez like a freight train, she tore off her denim jacket and pressed it against the injury.

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