Moonspear let it be

It took a while, but eventually the young wolf came around.  Harlyn felt relief sweep across her, but only momentarily for now the real work began.  The stench of blood was so strong it was almost overwhelming, but she smiled anyway at the sound of his voice as he uttered a solitary word of greeting to her.

"Hi, I'm Harlyn," she said quietly, "Have you been hurt?  I'm a medic.  I can help you."  Her hope that the blood belonged to someone else was very slim, but she asked nonetheless just in case.  She still hadn't spotted his missing foreleg as otherwise she would have known not to harbor any of that hope at all.