Firefly Glen no treble

Suddenly, everyone was getting hurt. What was this, piss off Holland-day? Week? Month? There was no shortage of wolves who accidentally got injured, needed help or just were stupid. He had been out in the Glen, gathering what little the frost hadn't killed when he noticed the woman. At first, he didn't care to approach. She was busy stalking something so he kept well out of her way.

But when she fumbled and eventually tumbled, he bit back an annoyed sigh. "Are you okay?" he says, placing his meager bundle on the snow and approaching her. His medic's eye was trained to look for things... The woman looked uncomfortable and he noticed almost immediately the scrape. But it looked more red than bleeding profoundly. Still, he waited for her answer.

For all he knew, she could tell him to fuck off.