Fluttershy's POV
When Caden opened the door, we stood in shock. Our mouths dropped and I was frozen in my tracks. Caden was subtly turning a bright shade of red and almost steaming from frustration. A few feet from the back stoop was Bolt on the ground wrestling a timber wolf! Caden ran out to Bolt screaming at the top of his lungs and flailing his arms wildly.
The wolf had Bolt pinned to the ground by his shoulders. Both Bolt and the wolf were growling. I noticed some nasty scratches and some blood. The only problem is that I couldn't tell if the blood was the wolf's or Bolt's.
Bolt was trying to kick the timber wolf off of himself, but was too weak. The dog was snapping at the wolf's muzzle trying to distract him, so he could escape. With no luck, he started to struggle. Sadly he couldn't shake the beast off. Luckily, Caden wasn't too far from the two wrestling animals.
As Caden grew closer the wolf changed his stance, still pinning Bolt, and looked at him with his beady red eyes. Caden grabbed a stick and swung at the timber wolf. The wolf eased off of the dog and I thought the fight was over. I figured that wolf would leave peacefully. Then the timber wolf turned on Caden. The oak canine stepped away from Bolt, letting him roll away from danger, and inched towards Caden slowly. Though all of this, the only thing I could do was stand in the doorway in fear.
Caden and the wolf squared off at each other. The beast growled and Caden gripped his branch like a sword. It was like a duel between two suitors for the hand of a lady. The wolf lunged at Caden, but missed. Caden suddenly had an look that told me that he had an idea. Without hesitation, Caden ran as fast as he could, leading the wolf away from the hurt dog. He sped around the corner of the house with the wolf in hot pursuit. For a few short minutes all you could here were the growls and heavy pants of the wolf and Caden's loud footsteps on the gravel.
I eased from my place on the stoop, after taking a moment to make sure the coast was clear, and rushed out to Bolt. He whimpered and tried standing only to fall to the ground. I frantically searched his body for major scratches and open wounds. I noticed that he had a deep gash in his shoulder and some minor scratches on his face. I didn't see any broken bones, but that didn't mean they weren't there.
I went back into the house. I raced up the stairs, into the bathroom, and got a towel, some hot water, and some bandages. I carefully walked to the back door, so as not to spill the water, walked back to Bolt, and got to work.
I treated the worst looking wound first. It was oozing blood from where I guessed the timber wolf grabbed him. I soaked the towel in the water and pressed it against the gash. Bolt whined at first from the stinging, but soon relaxed. The scratches didn't look too bad but I washed them off just to be sure, and finished dressing his shoulder by wrapping bandages around his bad shoulder. I examined his body for broken bones, and, thankfully, didn't find any. When I was finished, he struggled to stand up.
"Bolt you can't get up just yet." I laid him back down. He looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. "Aw, you poor thing. You've been through a lot today." I gave him a good petting and then moved him inside. He wasn't too heavy, but I was out of breath when he was finally inside. I placed him on a comfortable dog bed and fixed him some food and water.
I went to the living room, patiently waiting for Caden to come back. Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to get himself killed. Timber wolves are vicious. They are capable of terrible things. Tearing limbs. Inflicting paralyzing injuries.
Putting these thoughts aside, I went to care for the other animals that called my home their home. I filled food and water bowls, checked litter boxes for my feline friends, and check on those who were hurt or sick.
With my chores(Although I never called them that.) out of the way, I returned to the living room. I didn't see Caden. I went into the kitchen, upstairs, and out in the backyard thinking maybe he happened to sneak past me. After checking, there still was no sign of Caden. I began to grow worried.
I hurried over to the coat rack and put on my jacket. I was going out to look for Caden. I told Angel to look after the house for me while I was gone and barreled out the door. I barely knew Caden, but I wasn't about to let him get killed. I had to find him.