Lost Creek Hollow One chance

Arb? What.  In all honesty it was probably a good thing that he didn't give her too long to dwell on that before starting to explain himself.  Mink must have gone pretty far to have been gone this long.  And in the few seconds pause it also gave her a chance to look him over and see that the injury wasn't just something beneath the skin.  But before she could comment on that, that was when he really got going.  She hadn't remembered Terance or her son going on about how ramble-tastic this guy was, sheesh.  It was like he was channeling Pike but without the biting.  But through all his words she remained as cool and calm as ever.  

What shrieked? Most of what she could think of certainly didn't fit the category of "big."  Add in the category of "not food" and then all she could think of was stuff like bears and cougars.  Maybe cougars could shriek, but certainly they shouldn't be much of a mystery, right?  The only other wildcard were those weird creatures that showed up that one time, but Arbiter didn't exactly think of them as big when she was nearing their size.  Whatever.  They could play 20 Questions to figure it out later, right now she had a far more obvious matter to discuss, You're bleeding.  Do you know how to care for the wound?  She needed healthy wolves in the pack, not ones that might bleed out and/or get infected.  Not with this hunting, not with these numbers.