Ankyra Sound VIII. Standing in the back door crying, now you're going to need a friend.

Dunno how long Ab will be here! if trouble comes around, he'll leave!

The smell of sick and blood filled the air, though the blood didn't smell particularly delicious at all, he was curious enough to follow it to its source. The air was disgusting but it didn't cause him to turn and find somewhere else. he had to know what was happening... A sick curiosity beckoning him for his presence and upon his arrival, the sight was just as foul as the smell. The stranger had already called out to whoever they were calling for, no one had responded yet and so Abaddon approached...

Carefully.

Eyes watching the half-dead woman, and the able bodie'd stranger too just in case. The puppies were wriggling and moving at least, but she, well, he didn't have much hope for her at all. The other male was frantic, saying something along the lines of helping her despite her state. he frowned, focussing on the male first for a bit while keeping the woman in his peripherals should she bounce back into life like some kind of B rated horror film. 

I don't think she can be saved. He said bleakly. Eyes dull and lifeless as he waited for the other's reaction. She smells foul, already like death. You'll only prolong her suffering if someone does come to your call.