@wolvenfang cont. from here: [x]
Honestly, were it not for the heavy fragrance of wolves that wrapped around the boy so thoroughly, she most likely wouldn’t have shown herself...truthfully, that she was greeted by the sight of a boy, rather than one of those of a more lupine nature was almost surprising...almost; given the things she had already born witness to, this wasn’t overly surprising.
Still...the wounds were deep, and the bleeding active with no signs of slowing, and the presence of so much imbedded wood was more than a bit concerning; still...his response, the way he bristled...insisted he was fine - it was all too familiar to her, and a normally stony expression softened noticeably.
She lowered herself down, maintaining the distance and making no move to broach the gap between them. “...my name is Margaret...I’m a wanderer, I suppose - my nose is rather sensitive; I thought one of those who call these forests home may have come to harm...and it appears I was right.”
Motionless, keeping that space, as well as plenty of room should he wish to simply by pass her, “I won’t lay a finger on you...however, would you mind if I gave you some things to tend to those wounds yourself? ...preferably before you lose anymore blood?”
