Aggravation

The black wolf burst into growling, at once feeling the “threat” to their situation.

But rather than let him dig and burst out to attck the well-meaning healer, she grabbed onto him, aware that his scrabbling sharp claws and pierce-snapping jaws could at any moment turn against her.

Surprisingly, he didn’t attack her.

He at first fought against her arms restraining him – but then hearing her cries of pain as her wounds ripped and feeling her will’s determination that for some reason he must stay still in her arms, his aggression subsided into quiet, trembling panting.

She had realized something.

She and the wolf were caught in a duality polar opposites enchantment.

She determined that they would stay in the earth’s concealment, and be receptive to their curse being broken.