Hunted...

Taylor came closer and tossed the knapsack over to where Brian's bag was.
"Get away, don't touch him!" Taylor trilled. Brian stared at Taylor. She was speaking Wolf.
"What's in it for us?" the alpha male asked.
"I know what you want and I can bring that to you," Taylor said, praying that her plan would work.
"What? You can bring us food, water and shelter?" the alpha male asked sharply.
"Yes, as long as you don't hurt us and when we call, you come," Taylor said, not taking her eyes off the leader.
"All right, we'll leave him, as long as you follow through," the leader said.
"Taylor? What's happening?" Brian groaned, his face as white as a sheet.
"Righto, back off," the leader called to his pack. They obediently stopped growling and they all laid down on the ground. The leader sat in front of his pack and they all nodded, they had heard the deal.
Sweat was breaking out on Brian's forehead now. Taylor hurried forward and kneeled beside him.
"Lay down, I'll help stop it bleeding," Taylor said and Brian lied down on his back obediently. She opened her knapsack and poured some of the water onto his wound. Brian shuddered slightly as the icy cold water hit his wound but he still lied down on the ground.
Taylor grabbed a small towel that had been there before her trip to her home. She wiped the water away gently and then got a bandaid out and put them on, covering his entire wound.
"Thanks," he said weakly.
"Do you think you can walk or do you think we should sleep here for the night?" Taylor asked.
"Um, I think I can walk a little bit but not to much," Brian replied.
"OK, we won't go to my home, I know a clearing that we can build a tent on and it's not too far from here," Taylor said, packing up her things.
"There's one problem though," Brian said, watching her.
"And what is this problem?" Taylor asked, putting her knapsack on her shoulders.
"Well, we don't have a tent," Brian said slowly.
"Who said we didn't have a tent?" Taylor said sharply.
"You mean you have one in that tiny bag of yours?" Brian asked, doubt marring his forehead.
"Yes, of course, otherwise I wouldn't have suggested the clearing," Taylor said, dusting herself as she got to her feet. Brian got unsteadily to his feet and gripped a tree to keep him steady. Some of his colour was coming back into his face.
The wolves lept off the ground.
"Where ever you go, we go." the leader said.
"Fine with me," Taylor said, walking forwards.
"Hey, are you talking to the wolf?" Brian asked, limping behind her.
"Yeah, why'd you ask?" Taylor answered.
"I was wondering if you were," Brian muttered. For the rest of the way, they didn't talk.
When they reached the clearing, the wolves spread out lazily, but fully awake as it was evening. Taylor reached into her bag as Brian warily sat down near the wolves. He mistrusted the wolves because they had tried to eat him ten minutes before. Taylor took out a small model of an already built tent from her bag. She clutched her locket and a grey aura of light came out of the closed locket and spun around the tent. Taylor suddenly dropped the model, as though it had burnt her and the small tent rapidly grew bigger.