The Heartwood blood of the wolf and heart of the lamb

The injured male responded defensively, viewing the odd pair as a threat, which was a wild guess. Meldresi, examined the wolf, identifying the hybrid's injuries quickly before reinforcing the yellow male's pleas of peace. "I will not pose much of a threat to you, regardless if I want to fight, given my current condition. All-in-all, there is nothing to fear from me."

The younger male, which one might call a "hippie", talked to her next, with a very carefree tone befitting his title. She did not appreciate the names she was being given. "Sweets" "Babe". It was something a younger woman, or a girl might be called, not one a few years from her dotage like Meldresi. "I will be the doctor here, if the patient will allow someone to treat him."