Come now, open your eyes

The hostage was a sight to behold. The scent of another pack member still lingered on, and around, her, leaving him to conclude that whoever had visited her before him had left he in her current condition. He could, vaguely, tell that her fur was white like his own, but it was smeared with what he believed to be her own blood. When she returned his greeting, he was about to stand up and move closer, but her quiet pleads made him sit right back down where he was. Shaking his head, Kove's maw opened to allow the words to slip out. "I am not going to hurt you." As long as you cooperate at least a little bit. He didn't speak the second part, but still felt the need to think it, if only to remind himself of his original plan. Restraining himself from making a comment on how bad she looked, he decided to start off by asking a few, simple questions. "What is your name?" he inquired.