"Gone," she told him. "When there were no longer creatures to hunt in this place, they went into the mountains.'‘ She licked at her injured foot. "I could not follow."
‘'Where is your mate?"
"He no longer runs or hunts. I visit his bones sometimes." She said it with such simple dignity mat a lump caught in Garion's throat.
"How do you hunt with that hurt in your paw?"
"I lie in wait for unwary things. All are very small. I have not eaten my fill for many seasons."
"Grandfather," Garion sent his thought out. "I need you."
"Trouble?" the old man's thought came back.
"Not that kind. Oh, I found water, by the way, but don't come in here running. You'll frighten her."
"Her?"
"You'll understand when you get here."
"To whom were you speaking?" she asked.
"You heard?" He was startled.
"No, but your manner was that of one who was speaking."
"We can talk of that after some time has passed. My pack-leader is coming to this place. He must make the decisions."
"That is only proper." She lay down on her belly and continued to lick at her paw. "How did you come to be hurt?"
"The man-things conceal things beneath the leaves. I stepped on one of those things, and it bit my paw. Its jaws were very strong."
Belgarath came trotting through the dead forest. He stopped and dropped to his haunches, his tongue lolling out. The she-wolf laid her muzzle submissively on the ground in a gesture of respect.
"What's the problem?" Belgarath's thought came to Garion.
"She caught her foot in a trap. Her pack left her behind, and her mate died. She's crippled and starving."
"It happens sometimes."
"I'm not going to leave her behind to die."
Belgarath gave him a long, steady look. "No," he replied. "I don't imagine you would—and I'd think less of you if you did." He approached the she-wolf. "How is it with you, little sister?" he asked in the language of wolves, sniffing at her.
"Not well, revered leader," she sighed. "I will not hunt much longer, I think."
"You will join my pack, and we will see to your hurt. We will bring you such meat as you require. Where are your young? I can smell them on your fur.''
Garion gave a startled little whine.
"There is but one remaining," the she-wolf replied, "and he is very weak."
"Take us to him. We will make him strong again."
"As you decide, revered leader," she said with automatic obedience.
"Pol," Belgarath sent out his thought. "Come here. Take your mother's form." The note of command in his voice was incisive and far more wolflike than human.
There was a startled silence. "Yes, father," Polgara replied. When she arrived a few moments later, Garion recognized her from the characteristic white streak above her left brow. "What is it, father?" she asked.
"Our little sister here is hurt," he replied. "It's her left front paw. Can you fix it?"
She approached the she-wolf and sniffed at the paw. "It's ulcerated," she said with her thought. "Nothing seems to be broken. Several days with a poultice ought to do it."
"Fix it, then. She also has a puppy. We'll need to find him as well."
She looked at him, a question in her golden eyes.
"She and her puppy are joining our pack. They'll be going with us." Then he sent his thought to her. "It's Garion's idea, actually. He refuses to leave her behind."
"It's very noble, but is it practical?"
"Probably not, but it's his decision. He thinks it's the right thing to do, and I more or less agree with him. You're going to have to explain some things to her, though. She doesn't have much reason to trust man, and I don't want her to go into a panic when the others catch up with us." He turned to the she-wolf.
"Everything will be well again, little sister," he told her. "Now, let us go find your young one."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The half-grown pup was so emaciated that it could not stand, so Polgara resorted to the simple expedient of picking it up by the scruff of its neck between her jaws and carrying it out of the den."Go meet the others," she instructed Garion. "Don't let them get too close until I've had time to talk with our little sister here. Bring back food, though. Put as much as you can carry in a sack and come right back."
"Yes, Aunt Pol." He loped back toward the road, changed into his own form, and waited for his friends.
"We've got a little bit of a problem," he told them when they arrived. "We've found an injured female just up ahead in those woods. She's starving, and she has a young one as well."
"A baby?" Ce'Nedra exclaimed.
"Not exactly," he said, going to one of the food packs and beginning to load a stout canvas bag with meat and cheese.
"But you just said—"
"It's a puppy, Ce'Nedra. The female is a she-wolf."
"What?"
"It's a wolf. She got her paw caught in a trap. She can't run, so she can't hunt. She'll be coming with us—at least until her paw heals."
"But-"
"No buts. She's coming with us. Durnik, can you work out some way we can carry her without having the horses go wild?"
"I'll think of something," the smith replied.
"Under the circumstances, don't you think this altruism might be misplaced?" Sadi asked mildly.
"No," Garion said, tying the top of the sack shut, "I don't. There's a hill in the middle of those woods. Stay on this side of it until we can persuade her that we don't mean to harm her. There's water there, but it's too close to her den. We'll have to wait a bit before we can water the horses."
"What's got you so angry?" Silk asked him.
"If I had the time, I'd look up the man who set that trap and break his leg—in several places. I've got to go back now. She and the puppy are very hungry." He slung the sack over his shoulder and stalked off. His anger was, he knew, irrational, and there had not really been any excuse for being surly with Ce'Nedra and the others, but he could not have helped himself. The wolfs calm acceptance of death and her mourning for her lost mate had torn at his heart, and anger kept the tears out of his eyes.
The sack was awkward to carry, once he had changed form, and it kept throwing him off balance, but he stumbled on with his head high to keep his burden from dragging on the ground. Polgara and Belgarath were talking with the she-wolf when he reached the den again. The injured wolf had a skeptical expression in her eyes as she listened.