His hands were surprisingly knowledgeable about broken bones, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt while he was probing. I yelped again, but it trailed off into a whine and I felt my tail wag. My back wasn't broken at least.

I reached out with a paw and rested it on his knee.

<The boy?> I asked. I figured it was too late, by this point. He'd already heard me. If he were a Controller, I'd already be dead or captured.