((Awhh, poor Malis! I would help, but neither of my wolves are by him!))
Humans
The teen sat grumpily in the passenger seat of an old truck while his dad drove to the zoo. Snce he was pretty drunk, the truck served around he road a bit. The teen often looked back to the blood stained sack, hoping that the wolf was alive. After an hour of driving, they arrived at the zoo. Hearing a lot of commotion, the dad took the back route to the vet area. There, he dropped the sack on to the table and left the vet to do her work.