Porcupine Ridge i'm here to pick up a fossil.

Nat.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  And the statement that came less, if she was to trust this wolf, could prove to be sweeter still.  

What options did she have?

"That'd be lovely," she responded, though her demeanor was slightly uncertain.  What help could she give, and would it allow her to walk from here? Or would she be stuck with a leg non-functioning until she finally worked up the courage to drag herself elsewhere?