At the very least, the paladin could say that he managed to draw blood.  That was something.  And the man survived, also a good sign.    At least, when he last saw.  His eyes flickered to the orcish woman; the townsfolk might have given strange looks, but he couldn't talk, now could he?  There was no blood, but he had a feeling she was in poor shape, just as he was from the... thing in front of them.<br/><br/>He staggered briefly, adrenaline starting to fail him.  But his mind caught on the words he heard moments earlier.  "Prowlers."  He offers, repeating the Human word.  No time to rest or recover, as much as he would like.  And no time to check on the injured man; he would have to hope the townsfolk could help him.  Couldn't let the entire town get eaten, right?<em>Prowlers</em>... it sounded very much like animals. Wolves?<br/><br/>So with that he turns, trudging in that direction, trying desperately to fight off the effects that he felt burning through his bloodstream.