What made Claude look harder was that Gregor was carrying a person on his shoulder. The big-bodied Guts hung there like a lifeless sack of potatoes.
Claude didn't try to get up. He didn't even know how long he could survive from all the blood he lost. He could only ask: "Is he dead…? Did a bullet hit him?"
"Not really. This guy knew how to hide when bullets flew around." Gregor sighed and looked at the wolf. "Change back. I'm sure the others had at least packed clothes or blankets. If you're in a human shape, I can carry you."
Claude didn't want to change. He would surely feel all the pain in his body. Unlike his human flesh, his wolf body was resilient enough to these wounds. He only tried his best to rise.
He said, "I… I want to see what will happen to Len. Even if I can't speak to him anymore, I want to see him… Maybe… I can get close even for a second…"
