Sleeping Dragon i could feel it from the start, couldn't stand to be apart

The hunger in his gaze was not simply derived from the lack of food in his skeletal body. It was from the injuries that seemed to coat the body of this peculiar woman. Her dark coat was smattering in markings that suggested she had seen some difficult trials. Glu only wanted to aid. His sharp eyes trailed the markings on her frame for a moment before her response struck his lengthy ears. Then, the canary eyes of the coywolf darted to her tired expression and he frowned. "A bear?" he echoed with lifted brows. A feat indeed. And for her to have come away without giving her life was truly marvelous. 

"I could assist you, yes? Your wounds interest me," Glu remarked with a wild spark in his gaze. There was no reason to coat his words in anything other than truth. His purpose in the Dragon's homeland was to tend to the wounded. If he found himself drawn to such things, it could not be helped. If she were to decline his request then she would only suffer more. But he was a a witch doctor and he believed he could heal all.