Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

He did not speak, only stared at her with haunted eyes that stood out from his gaunt face. She found she could not meet them easily, seeing what had happened to this odd wolf, on account of her people. 

She moved forward once more, laying the willow at his feet. After moving back she gave a bit of explanation,"It's willow. For the pain." Her voice was hoarse, raspy. She didn't choose to speak often. 

She didn't know if he would take it or not, he was most likely wary of her. He had a right to be for not everyone was as kind as she. He could take it or not, she wouldn't push him.