Maybe with her emotional state already fraying with the full moon so close, she'd panicked seeing someone she has come to consider family over her stay here in this small, weird little town injure himself like that.
Marty was the only threat to himself right now, but that didn't stop her from leaning on the wolf, overcome by the need to protect.
In the absence of anything to kill fight, she had taken him and fled.
There are bigger problems now than Marty's potential concussion and the blood caked to the side of his head, smelling tangy and metallic just below her nose. She can already see the headlines now: monster sighted in Hill Valley! The rumours will spread and where there are rumours, there are those that chase them, hoping to hunt down anything that belongs solely to the night.
This little holiday might be over.
She'll think about that later—when she's changed back, when she can really focus on everything that has just happened. Right now—priorities.
Ly snorts, the sound reminiscent of one she's made countless times as a human, one that clearly says she doesn't believe that for a second. A small puff of steam blows out from around her face, breath hot against the chilly air.
Rather than set him down, she presses him a little tighter into the thick fur on her chest, growling something that sounds vaguely like I don't think so. Her chest rumbles with the attempt at speech, something she has still yet to master to humans in this form.
Her tongue is not meant to shape words like that anymore. Not to them.
If the rest of the pack were here, she'd bring him there, finally introduce him to the people she has mentioned time-and-time again and let them meet him for themselves. Artyom wouldn't be able to resist the kid. Danila and him would have become fast friends. They'd be able to patch him up and send him on his way.
In the absence of that, she does have one other friend she can lean on. One whose history with her dates back longer than the kid has been alive.
Ly's face twists with the effort of trying to speak again, lips curling up awkwardly. "—Doc. —No—Knows. You." She brushes one of her thickly padded fingers against the uninjured side of his head.