The Bracken Woods Help oh death

Vasa wandered the wilds in search of a purpose; someone else who needed help, perhaps. Was that not what she'd always done, the purpose of her existence? And so when she scented blood she did not hesitate to follow, pace picking up to a trot until the howl cut through the air.

Then she started to run.

She found the man battered and barely hanging by a thread, carrying the scent of another wolf. His assailant, she assumed. Vasa had learned not to ask too many questions. Hey, hey, Her voice was hushed, soothing. I'm Vasa, I'm a medic. I don't have anything with me, but I can go grab some stuff. Think you can hang out here for a minute while I get what I need?