Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

Bridget was glad she waited. She saw the fear clearly and stopped, trying to stay patient despite urgently wanting to check and begin treating this woman. Closer she could see deep wounds, particularly one that looked to have come near to her throat.

At least she was awake and talking. I'm not. I don't even know who they might be. Bridget responded, keeping her voice soothing. I'm a medic from a pack nearby. Thankfully I was out looking for supplies. You need help, let me treat those. She gazed at her with open concern. Bridget knew that she couldn't force a wolf to take her treatment and, if she needed to, she'd wait nearby until the woman either managed to move on herself or came to a state where she could no longer resist the aid. She couldn't, in good conscience, leave her here to die alone. Not even if that was what she wanted.