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Oh, crap... this is no time to talk in a foreign language. Wraen thought, looking at the stranger, seeing him struggle and not understanding a thing of, what was wrong or what he needed or - and this was an entirely different line of thought - whether he was sane at all. Perhaps those mumbles did not qualify as means of communication at all.

"May I come closer and examine you?" she asked, giving all the effort to express her genuine concern for the injured wolf and adjusting her body language to a calm and reassuring vibe. Wraen lifted one of her forepaws in the air and looked at the man expectantly, asking him silently, if she may approach.