Stone Circle Glory and gore go hand in hand.

Brynn had no time to react to his words before she was hoisted onto her packmate's back. What the hell was going on? She was momentarily surprised that he had lifted her so easily; she was not a small wolf, but, then, neither was he. Surprise quickly turned to annoyance, and she struggled, wanting to get down. She winced as the movement caused a throbbing in the wound on her chest. Finally, she let out an irritated huff. Put me down, Greyback, Brynn demanded when she realized she couldn't get herself down.

Although he was right about her wounds opening, her pride balked at his words. I'm perfectly capable of getting over the log on my own, she replied exasperatedly, struggling again to get down despite the discomfort it caused. She had been taking care of herself for a long time, and she had dealt with much worse than getting over a log while wounded. She was not some damsel in distress that crumpled at the first sign of hardship; she was strong and independent and could manage this task on her own.