Despite her hesitation, Reea proved to be a skillful medic, somehow pushing her hands deep inside the poor wolf and stitching its body closed.  The bleeding stopped, and the creature looked in her eyes with something almost approaching vague gratitude.  The creature looked Rikit directly in the eye, its sadness quite apparent as it rose to its feet.  The wolf slowly limped out of the storm drain, abandoning its master.  Something had happened to her, she simply wasn't a safe person to be around anymore.  The hound had that bat's scent, perhaps it would track it down once it needed a new regnant.  For now, Enkidu simply wanted to go for a long, painful walk to sort out her emotions.