He laid her down on the table gently, petting her head and trying to calm the distressed German Shepherd.
"It's alright, girl. She ran into an old barbed wire fence." He'd been afraid to try and pull the wire from around her legs. He didn't want to take the chance of hurting her further. "Her name's Luna." Russell liked Carrick's dogs. He looked over to the young man. Young werewolf, he could tell. His eyes flashed red for a moment. "Are you the veterinarian?"