The human came and Tinker struggled to get away but then the strangest thing happened. He squatted over her, as if he were going to eat her and then, he spoke, in the way of wolves to her mind, not at all like the human spoke to his dog but like a pack leader would speak to the pack.<br/><br/>“~Do not fear. I can help you. Just calm down. I must pick you up and it will hurt~” He said. He paused as if he waited for her to acknowledge him. Tinker lay panting but no longer fighting.<br/><br/>She trembled as she lifted her ears, swiveling them in an attempt to gain more information and her nose quivering with the scent of cat. Blinking her large blue eyes, she listened to his pack speak and she managed to thump her tail once, even though it hurt badly.<br/><br/>“Pick me up.” She answered in pack’s speak. “I am dead anyway. Nothing you will do is worse than that.” She couldn’t quite refrain from a low growl that made her white canines glow. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to control that. I won’t bite.”