There was a bit of hesitation in his actions, but only because he dreaded being inside. The only time the wolfman had ever been inside had been within the den he shared with his pack. That had been a hovel in the ground, warm and safe this was made by men. It smelt weird and put his sisters on edge, which did not help to get him to relax any further. If it was not for the bit of meat that he was given to share with them, he doubted he would have been able to convince them to enter. As it was, their bulk was daunting and intimidating to those who resided within the base. Large mutated wolves were often avoided or shot on sight, these two walked the halls as if they owned the place and it unsettled people.<br/><br/>The rock man led them to the doctor and Ruffus could not help the slight snarl that came to his lips when the doctor approached him. Sure, he needed help, but a part of him was still wild and was not entirely comfortable with letting him just poke about at him. If not for the reassuring presence of the goliath of a man with the meat Ruffus doubted he would have stuck around and instead just ran off into the wild to try and fend for himself. Even if the doctor said he would have died eventually on his own, a part of him would like to think that would not have been the case. A grunt and grumble at the wolves, the two tried to find a place where they would be less in the way as he planted himself down on a bed and waited to be seen. Seen by the masked man who could disappear and reappear on a whim…apparently. Something that was not normal.<br/><br/>Just before he could do much to him, a commotion occurred that had Ruffus rolling back on the bed to hide behind it. Even with the gesture from the doctor that he would be just a moment, Ruffus was set to bolt from the room the second he got the chance, only to be caught up in the scene of doctor aiding a sick man.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His….hand went into….</span><br/><br/>It was just about all that he could stand and he was ready to run only to have the doctor return to him. A sharp pain in his side halted his attempt to vault the bed and run. Which left him at the mercy of the body invading doctor who started to clean his wounds. “Don’t go in me….ok?” his weak attempt to tell the doctor of his wishes as he watched the actions of his healer like a hawk. If he started to go all weird and black smoke stuff, Ruffus would get the hell out of there.