Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

how eloquent. 

why, yes, the man was a wolf. therefore he must woof in reply. Huntington regarded the man critically, though her face was still devoid of emotion. this was not the first person she had come across that lacked social graces. she resisted the roll of her eyes, throwing caution to the wind and approaching him. he did not pass her. did not let her by. he was at a standstill. she stood directly in front of him now, passing an eye over his wounds.

this was the second man she had come across with injuries. the caked blood upon him... the wounds appeared to be healing on its own, though infection could spread easily. the area was dirty. she resisted a sigh. "my, someone put up quite a fight, no?" she muttered, though close enough to hear. she stuck her nose forward suddenly, akin to a snake rearing up. sniffing idly. checking closer his wounds. she was still a bit away from him, yet somewhat in his personal bubble. "hmm..."

she withdrew her snout just as quick. was she a wandering medic of some sort? some form of a twisted bard dealing in herbal remedies? "does it hurt, I wonder?" she asked, eyes slightly bulging.