Kestrel was confined to need for 3 days. They first 2, she mostly slept, the third she was weak and ill from not eating the previous 2. She still want quite herself on the 4th but she felt sick with worry. Was June okay? Had the mean children from the village done anything else to him? 
Her mother insisted that she not to leave the house and had taken to joining her friends more frequently by the well, which she had to pass to get to Jube's.
Unless...
She knew it was bad, her head still wrapped in fabric and a little weak, but she couldn't bare it any longer. She climbed out of the house.

When she reached Jube's almost an hour after, holding a small bundle of cloth in her hand and knocking on the wall at the back of Jube's house, the part closest to the wood.
There was a small whine in her arms and she stroked softly the small furry head. The little wolf cub needed food, and needed it fast.