[It's a little bit of both, to be honest - Clayton rambles to calm his own nerves just as much as he does it for his patients.]
Right. [He huffs a laugh, as if Levi has definitely understood exactly what he's trying to say. Obviously he doesn't and Clayton still has a good bit of babbling left in him, so he continues: ] So when they ain't well, they get desperate. Start attackin' dogs, then kids. They feel like, if they're gonna die anyway, then they ain't got nothin' left to lose in tryin' to protect themselves and get a bite to eat.
[Okay, better disinfectant...they have precious little real antiseptic, but there's enough bar soap and melted snow to stretch it out for a while. Clayton stands again to grab those supplies - a cupful of water fresh from the communal boiling pot, a little shred of soap, a priceless bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He continues talking as he walks.]
That's what I'm thinkin's going on with the wolves, yeah? They've got some kinda illness or they're starvin', maybe...
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Right. [He huffs a laugh, as if Levi has definitely understood exactly what he's trying to say. Obviously he doesn't and Clayton still has a good bit of babbling left in him, so he continues: ] So when they ain't well, they get desperate. Start attackin' dogs, then kids. They feel like, if they're gonna die anyway, then they ain't got nothin' left to lose in tryin' to protect themselves and get a bite to eat.
[Okay, better disinfectant...they have precious little real antiseptic, but there's enough bar soap and melted snow to stretch it out for a while. Clayton stands again to grab those supplies - a cupful of water fresh from the communal boiling pot, a little shred of soap, a priceless bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He continues talking as he walks.]
That's what I'm thinkin's going on with the wolves, yeah? They've got some kinda illness or they're starvin', maybe...