Bear Blood(Mature, Blood)

Vector watched as the small fuel of adrenaline left her, and the agony set into her frame.
He winced, knowing it he would have had the snow that blanketed his homeland, he could steer her away from the pain, numbit it, allowing the torn muscle to tense, and heal faster.

The very snow he took for granted.

Vector knew pain was an obstacle of the mind, and through his life, he had been carved into a lupine who could switch off his emotions at will, though he too, had control over his mental obstacles. That included pain. Vector knew the girl did not have the upbringing he had, yet he had to make her well. And if she did not, then it was plausible that her once well-abled body, could go into shock, and she could die.

The russian kept his body above hers, and bent down, saying in his accented voice,

"Fight it, devushka. Have your body, your mind,bend to your will. Tell the pain to shut the hell up. Force it to surrender. Don't let it win. Don't let it win."

His emerald gaze fierce and determined, he sought hers, almost biting his own tongue at the attempt to save a girl he had no connection to.
Or did he?

Vector kept chanting the words, having them in a soothing manner, almost as if it were a song of glory.