Silverlight Terrace Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood.

Cahira looked between the wolf and her wound a few times, the occasional sharp flick of her tail the only other movement she made. She couldn't deny that her wound needed attention she was unable to provide; it would only get more infected and painful as the days passed and would eventually be the cause of her end. 

She wondered what the wolf could possibly want enough to risk helping her out instead of just taking off. She could have attacked him already if she really wanted to, so it had to be obvious that she wouldn't chase him if he left. She thought it was obvious, anyway. She glared at the strange wolf suspiciously before finally asking, "What do you need help with?" Cahira wasn't going to agree to anything until she knew what he wanted, infected wound or not.