Reea rocked back on her heals as the wolf rose. The look in the creature's eyes was saddening, but there was nothing to be done about it. Only the wolf and its master could fix what had gone on between them. Reea had done her part. Still, thats not all she saw in the wolf's eyes, and with a hasty motion of her surfaced paranoia, a hand closed over Rikit's small body. The animal gave a squeak of protest as it was tucked into Reea's deepest coat pocket.<br/><br/>She stood then and studied her bloodied hands. A cloth pulled from her bag would do the job for now, she would better clean herself and her sew kit once she had reached her haven. She tucked the blood dappled cloth into a pocket neighboring Rikit's and knelt to resecure the tools of her kit back in the zipped section of her bag, where all of her other small items went.<br/><br/>By the time she had stood again, the scene held a more controlled feel. She allowed an easy breath. It wasn't her who had been in danger, no, but danger in general set her nerves to end, tauted her flee instinct. Her eyes scanned the scene, from face to face.