Lake Rodney strung in my web

A woman entered his sights, pale and rather thin. A bloody paw dipped into the water, he found himself rising to his paws. Are you injured, my friend? He called out to her, keeping a respectful distance.

Should the answer be 'yes' there was little he could do except lend a listening ear, but was that not better than nothing at all? It could only be blood from a hunt, nothing worth worrying about at all, but better safe than sorry.