Mount Apikuni Those Claws Dig Deep

He eventually calmed enough to move closer, turning in such a way that she could see the large, claw-like gashes on his side. She raised her eyebrows a little in surprise when he claimed in his accented common that had almost killed a cougar, seemingly on his own. By yourself? she asked skeptically, eyes narrowing a little. Maybe that was why he hadn't finished the job. Why let it live? she asked next, suddenly curious. She wasn't sure she would have had the same outcome had she fought a cougar; it would have been a fight to the death for sure. 

She stepped a little closer as well, sniffing the air a little and realizing he was lone. Her gaze fell to his wounds once more, and she wondered if he had cleaned them yet. She was no healer, but she knew a bit about preventing infection, at least initially. Mahler was better equipped to deal with such things, but that required bringing the stranger back to her pack's territory where her four children were, and that wasn't going to happen without getting to know him a little better. She decided she'd wait to inquire about his wound care until he had a chance to answer her previous questions.