Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

She drew herself into a seated position as he continued, comfortable in the distance between them that if the wolf had some contagious malady, she might still be able to out-maneuver him. She noted the dilation of his pupils, and with an inhale she caught his breath; something lingered on it, hazy and musty.

A painkiller of sorts, perhaps.

It started to make sense, and the more he went on, the clearer it became that he was under the influence of something. It had been some time since she had toyed with a man; she was tempted to exercise her abilities once more.

Her teeth clicked in reply; yes, he would be eaten in his sleep if he tried anything.

Her eyes sharpened as he regarded her suddenly, as if pulled from a reverie. He'd been bitten, but that much was obvious. It was the treatment that was being pulled yet again into question.

She shrugged, simply. Why should he complain, if the man who had attacked him had seen fit to treat him? It was better than what most got, after a fight.