Jean took in the sight of the wolf laying upon his side, biting her lip she took a step further towards the animal and knelt down, now she herself knew this was foolish, that a dying animal was a dangerous animal, but ever since she was little she had always had a special connection with animals, and nature. She blocked out the other sounds of animals in the pins, and of Armand talking, and watched the wolves breathing along with his reaction. The animal sensed someone there, and one large golden eye slowly opened to look at her. She drew in a breathe, the predator's gaze on her, but she was not afraid like she should have been. Instead all she said to Armand was, "Yes, I can help him." Her hand reached out and softly rested upon the wolf's back leg haunch, and was met with a low weak growl.<br/><br/>Ever so slightly her lips twitched into a smirk, "Don't get nasty, you're not going anywhere...Your a fighter, I get it..." and she did too. She saw determination in those huge golden eyes, like she had in her father's eyes in the hospital. Wolves were a proud and loyal group of animals, and very family oriented, there was a story in this animal. The wolf had stopped growling then as she met his gaze, and slowly closed his eyes once more.<br/><br/>"I will need an operating table of some kind, a monitor, and a muzzle mask for his air..." Nibbling her lip she slowly stood and stepped out of the room to riffle through her bag for her anesthetic, sanitizer, stitch kit, and her sterilized vet blades.