Bramblepoint Cinnamon Harvest with his best buddy Ooky

Birk was not much of a medic, but he was pretty certain that the female was under a very heavy influence of very strong poppies. Or worse - perhaps she was contagious? That would explain, why it was a tad bit difficult to keep his mind clear in her presence. Or in the case of that other she-wolf he had fled from. He frowned, not fancying the idea of becoming a giggling idiot himself.

"Depends on who I am talking to," he used her own words. "Who are you?"