It was small, but not tiny; fur clung in soaked clumps, so coated in sludge it looked tar‑black all over. A flash of white teeth appeared as it tried to gnaw the net, then disappeared in a pitiful yelp.
A surge of anger swept through her—at whoever dumped the waste, at herself for doubting the wolf, at the world for letting creatures suffer unseen. She scanned the ground for anything sharp.