Jasper jerked her head towards the approaching humans, her ears flicking forward as her lips pulled back in a low threatening snarl. She made no move to attack, just pushing her self as far back as she could. Pushing herself into the tree. She was surprised the man wasn’t point a gun at her, he was just holding up his hands. Panting softly she slowly relaxed settling back down as she watched the man closely.<br/><br/>Glancing at the mans younger companion she looked the smaller woman up and down, her nostrils flaring as she took a long deep breath. The woman smelt of death, she couldn’t tell if it was because of his own ending life or the fact that he dealt with many corpses that the scent had clung to his body. The young girl smelt of metal and grease, she was surprised to see such a small woman on the battle field.<br/><br/>When he pulled out the thick iron frying pan and asked for a torch she knew what he was hoping to do. Growling softly her ears flattened to her head as her hand dropped from her shoulder exposing the gaping wound. Turning her head she looked away, she could hear the flame burst to life as the torch started to heat the pan. The smokey smell filling the air as Jasper clenched her jaw.<br/><br/>It all happened quickly, without warning the doctor pushed the red hot pan down on the open wound. A howl burst from her throat as tears ran down her face. Her body shaking from the sheer pain racing through her form, when the pan was pulled away Jasper panted heavily as sweat ran down her body. Soon her world went black, her body slumping to the side as she passed out. Her body finally done with trying to stay awake.<br/><br/><br/>The wound was closed, a few small spots still dripping blod but wouldn't be life threatening in the slientest.  But the burnt flesh was still smoking in the cool, the hair around the edges of the wound burnt to a black crisp. The entire wound smelling like rotten flesh.