King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

Shreya had most of her pride shaven off from years of ageing and eventually just not caring. Heck, she was the type of wolf to announce that she needed to break wind so that surrounding parties could clear the area. In fact, she had done this several times in her golden seasons. So one would think that getting her paw trapped in a root while simply walking, and having her humiliation witnessed by a stranger, would be something she could shrug off easily enough.

Well yes. Theoretically. But in practice, she didn't appreciate the male's smug surveillance of her condition, and leered at him quietly. Mostly this was due to impatience. She wanted to get back to her pack, to her great grandchildren, and have a good long rest and a proper look at this hurt paw of hers. The ghostly stranger was an obstacle: and one that could most certainly hurt her if he wanted to.

Bit, not hit, she corrected him when he asked for details on her wound. I got bit by a lone wolf. So if you go ahead and have a nibble yourself, you'll be the second one to snack on it today. Despite her impatience, his dry humour was not entirely unappreciated. Shreya liked that kind of thing.

As for his plan of action, the seasoned herbalist had a quick ponder then agreed. Alright, poppies it is. I live near here, so I'll be able to stagger back safely enough once I'm out, high on poppies or not.