Blackwater Islands benevolent

Bridget still wasn't sure what these wolves wanted from her or why they had chosen to save her. What she'd settled on was that they were akin to her own experience with medics... if they had the ability, and the resources, then they were duty bound to help. It was a familiar enough concept that she trusted them.

While she was (somewhat) mobile now, she was still at their mercy when it came to food. Not even she was stupid enough to try hunting in her condition... and that was saying something.

There was no way in hell that she could ask, but when the Listener came into view carrying a rabbit, Bridget's expression lit up gratefully. Oh, shit. Is that for me? Thanks!

As soon as she was sure, she'd tuck into it, completely unaware of the substance it had been laced with.