One yelp of pain and Tinker blacked out. When she came to, her leg moved and the pain was gone or at least she thought it was gone. She didn’t feel much of anything. The  man had moaned in pain and she rose to see that his leg was shattered. Her wolf’s brain didn’t understand what she had experienced or what she was seeing. His groans were so piteous although courageously stifled, that she belly crawled over to him and rested her nose against his broken leg. After a while, his sounds subsided and she put out her little pink nose to lick his wounded leg, as small gesture to repay his huge kindness in healing her.<br/><br/>They stayed this way in companionable silence. The snow around them muffling the few highway sounds and the trees masking them from all prying eyes.<br/>Shyly, in pack’s speak, she said, “You saved me. Are you an Alpha? You must be to be so wise and so gifted. I’m Tinker, daughter of….. “ she lay her head down between her paws and looked solemnly up at him.<br/><br/>“I’m Tinker. I’m alone. I have no pack and nowhere to call home. Could I follow you for a while? I will try to stay out of the road and not be a problem to you again.”<br/><br/>He was quiet. Tinker stood and walked around in a circle three times and gracefully curled herself right up against him. She closed her eyes and gave a sigh of relief. She didn’t know if he would let her follow him or not, but for now, he was the closest thing to a pack she had. Even if he made her leave, she would never forget his kindness.