Ivan
"How is she?" I asked, my mother finally coming into the hall. She looked exhausted, and there was blood staining her bare arms. Ciza's white fur was also covered in blood stains.
"Very weak," Sitting in her chair, she closed her eyes, her head back. "The arrow drained much of her magic. It will be some time before she regains it all."
"But… She'll live?" I didn't care about her magic. All I wanted to know was whether she'd continue breathing or not. Everything else could be handled later.
"Yes," The corner of her mouth twitched, and I knew she was trying not to smile. "She heals as quickly as you do. Rindr has a powerful will. She will not be undone so easily."
"Were you able to learn anything from her?" My father moved to her side, His wolf Ziu pacing beside him, going to Ciza so he could lick away the blood.