Bramblepoint yesterworld

He seemed to be in the same situation she was -- trying to figure out out where he'd seen her before but unable to make the connection. Before she could ask her next question, though, her attention was pulled to his neck as a line of scarlet stained the pale fur there. Her eyes widened in horror, and she sputtered, "Oh! Er, uh! Oh no! You're bleeding!" She started to rush to him, her medic instincts kicking in, before she came to her senses and she remembered that an injured wolf was likely to lash out at her even if her intentions were good, especially since they still weren't sure they knew one another. "Um, your neck," she said tensely, anxiety clear in her face.