Swiftcurrent Creek just follow the smell

Bazi held her breath and waited. She caught glimpse of a fresh injury, partially disguised by the strange doctor's crusty robes, and wondered silently how he had come about it. He was older than her - 7, maybe 8, it was hard to judge the natural state of his coat - and glared at everything through cold, grey eyes. There was no welcome, no introduction, and no hint of kindness in his question - Bazi instantly had him pigeon-holed as a gruff, mean, dismissive old man, and yet she felt much less afraid of him than Jinx. The surly beta seemed volatile, somehow, whereas this wolf - who might not look half bad after a bath, actually - was at least consistently insane.

"I was knocked on the head," she told him, twisting the truth - she had no concept of what it meant to be sedated, and figured the effects were the same, "And when they found me - the alpha and an angry white female - I was just waking up. I wasn't walking right, and they thought I might be sick." The fact that she and her entire family had been very sick a few months prior was technically not relevant to the question.