Seeing movement around the next tree, Oni gripped her rifle. She was ready to use it if she had to, but she really didn't want to. Also, why were the wolves running off? As they came around the corner, Oni lowered the rifle, her eyes widening.<br/><br/>Before them a blood-splattered wolfkin was laying against a large tree, trying to stand up. It looked weak, may have had something to do with the gaping hole that used to be presumably an arm. Oni raised the rifle again, her hands shaking, before her companion put his hand on it and lowered it.<br/><br/>"Wait... it's hurt. It might not be feral." Oni looked at the man. Dr. Necare was a quiet sort who'd lived a long time and knew his way around wounds and mental health, but she couldn't help but believe he'd taken a huge step away from his good senses.<br/><br/>"Are you out of your MIND?!" Oni hissed between her teeth. The older man moved towards the wolf, slowly. He held out his hands, gloves covering them. The man's face was slightly ashen. Peculiar. The wolf could smell a slight lack of life in the man.<br/><br/>"I don't know if you can hear me. But I have to stop your bleeding somehow." Oni moved to behind the doctor, still clutching the rifle but having it pointed at the ground.<br/><br/>"Doc... this is an awful idea..." The man set his bag on the ground once he was within a few feet of the injured wolf and started pulling something out of the bag, kneeling on the grass. It looked like a... frying pan? Was he planning on making breakfast?<br/><br/>"Do you have your portable torch?" Oni frowned and pulled a small canister from her utility belt. Flicking the flint alight, she handed it to him, before she realized what he was on about.<br/><br/>"Oh... GOD above." Oni's face drained of blood. The doctor's eyes were gentle as he sat there before the injured wolf.<br/><br/>"I have to stop the bleeding. It's too big for a tourniquet." He looked like he was waiting for some kind of permission.