He was shaking with his fury still and almost snapped when he was nudged aside. He words helped him relax a little, "At my house just up the ridge. Mom can fix her up if it isn't too bad. She was an ER nurse. For sometime before retiring a few years ago."<br/><br/>He moved and carefully scooped his wolf into his arms, "Can you keep the pressure on her injury while we walk?"<br/><br/>His honey brown eyes were pleading with her to be able to do what he asked. Blake needed the wolf in his life more than he wanted to admit to anyone. She kept his fears at bay when nothing else did. Out of habit he nuzzled the white wolfess along her neck. With her at his side he lead the way up the ravine towards his cozy cabin.<br/><br/>A woman stood on the porch as if something had told her something bad had occurred, "Put her on the kitchen table and take walk, boy."<br/><br/>Her soft grey eyes danced to the woman at his side she gave a soft smile and followed them inside. The table was cleared and the sink was filled with water. An assortment of medical gear was set out on the clean countertop as well as vials of morphine. The woman pulled on some gloves as her son stepped out of the house. Her gaze moved to the woman.<br/><br/>"Go on," she nodded, "He will need an ear or a shoulder."