Moonstone Quarry good job, dagger

noted! what are her injuries currently?

buffalo hooted a low spurt of laughter to himself, settling himself down with intense interest. his two-toned stare speared the downed wolfess until she had finished shouting in his direction. "no need to go all to pieces, martha." the man worried his lip between fangtips, then parted his jaws in a sharklike grin. "just sit tight. i'll be back." with another trill of maddened tittering, buffalo swept off.
he returned some time later, mouth stuffed comfortably with herbs. spitting them into a moist green pile alongside the woman's head, buffalo hovered over her, muzzle searching rudely for breaks or blood. "don't see nothin' yet," he muttered, "but let's go ahead and get you on that blissful soul train." he riffled through the pile, extending a tiny sachet of poppyseeds to the invalid. "take a few of these. gonna make you feel real nice."