Sigrun felt somewhat disappointed that the wound healed so easily, considering her only gesture was the makeshift bandage. She instead opted for tossing the green cloth on top of her head, as a familiar sign of... friendship, in some form. She looked toward the direction she was facing shortly before her face was obscured in a sea of green, and noticed the wolf getting a drink from the lake. She stared at it for awhile, trying to assess the creature. The equipment laying next to him may have been pillaged from a dead corpse, although that story would be too obvious. Maybe the wolf took up to weaving and wanted to carry his spoils of war? Maybe it was more sophisticated than the other wolves and carried a piece of human civilization with it to show how superior and fancy he was? Possibly, a human could have wanted to knit it a sweater, but made something easier to shove on top of wild ferocious animals. Either way, the thought of how odd it was for a wolf to carry anything on its person never occurred to the knight.<br/><br/>It was then that Sigrun noticed the injury. It seems that Larea wasn't the only one prone to getting injured on a moment's notice. She thought that maybe this could make up for her inaction, and ripped the mantle off Larea's head, walking over to the wolf and draping it over him instead. It didn't occur to her whether the injury was bleeding or not, she just wanted to do something about it. She began her attempt at tying the cloth around the beast's torso, hoping it won't retaliate as she did so.