Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Frost wasn't sure how long he'd been out when a soft voice roused him. His eyelids were reluctant to part, but he coaxed them open with determination and settled his gaze upon a... something. His heartbeat quickened for a moment when the form was still blurred enough to potentially be that of an enemy predator, though he made no move to save his own skin. He was simply too tired, and the moment had been fleeting as it--she came into more focus. A wolf. One with concern in its eyes.

He had no words with which to answer her. He wasn't even certain what she'd said, though one word had managed to slip into his consciousness. Help. Frost didn't lift his head, but let a frail, pitiful whimper slip through his throat.