Zara’s mouth is covered by a big hand and a woman in hunter’s clothes appears. She holds her finger in front of her mouth and points through the trees. The men were coming back but again rode along the trees.
Zara points on the wounded dog. There is no time to lose to save her. The woman nods and the hand on Zara’s mouths vanishes. She taps wound after wound and covers it with the mixture while the woman comes close and holds the dogs head…..