The brute’s main focus right now was making sure that he did not pass out, mainly from blood loss, physical pain was something that he had learned to deal with. It would take a lot more pain than this to make him pass out. But not having enough blood in his body, that was not something that he could control or mentally make himself stay present. It was hard to focus on what was going on around him when the world seemed to constantly be spinning. His yellow orbs closed, trying to focus on what was going on, focus on where he was and not on the blood that was still flowing from his wounds. It was easier said than done. Somehow, Grey Wind was able to focus on his body long enough to figure out where some of his wounds were, to start cleaning himself up before the female that had offered him help returned. Even though he knew he needed help, he was not a weak wolf and did not want to come off that way, even in his injured state.

As the female began to patch up his wounds, finally doing something to help stop the bleeding. Sometimes if she pushed on a particularly painful area he would let out another growl, but he never snapped at her, knowing that what she was doing was necessary if he was going to live. She ignored any sound he made, which he preferred. He did not need her asking him too many questions or digging into his life, he kept that type of stuff to himself and was not about to share anything personal with this stranger, even if she was the one that was saving his life. The female spoke to him again when she was done addressing his wounds. Grey Wind quickly scanned over his body, examining the work that she had done. He knew very little about the art of healing, but it appeared that she had done a good job. There was still blood caked over his body, but it was no longer flowing out of him like it had been before. He grunted in approval as he stood up.

The brute thanked her as he stood, and before he could process what she was doing, the female pushed her smaller form into his, popping his dislocated shoulder back in place. He was not expecting the sudden burst of pain, and he instinctually snapped at her, a snarl escaping from him as his daggers lashed out at her. When the brute’s senses came back to him and he realized what she had done, he thanked her before introducing himself. His yellow orbs watched her reaction when he said he was from Abendrot. Many wolves would run from a varg from his pack, many would try and kill him while he was weakened, and he needed to see what she would try and do, if she would stay true to her words. She seemed frightened for a moment, but she did not express her fears, eventually even smiling at him. That he was not expecting from her, so he just stared, waiting to see if she would reveal her name to him. “I am Macaria, sir.” The darkly colored femme took a step towards him, appearing that she was still going to help him get back to Abendrot. "Like I said before, you cannot stay here. Let me... help you back to where you belong."

Grey Wind looked her over for a moment, trying to determine if there was any way that she was trying to trick him or sabotage him. He did not want to risk bringing a stranger into his pack if she was going to pose a threat. She was not bigger than him, she might be smaller than all the adults in Abendrot, but he was not going to take the situation lightly. He would have to make sure to keep an eye on her once she came into the boundaries with him. If he kept her there for a while, to keep an eye on her and make sure there was no way she could set up any sort of trap from within the pack, then maybe he would let her go. Of course the larger brute did not speak any of this out loud. He knew there was no way that Macaria would still help him if she knew she was going to be a hostage, if she did she was an incredibly stupid lupine. So with another grunt, the brute spoke again, ”Alright, let’s head out then.” He turned away from her, knowing that he needed to leave Saw Tooth’s territory and quickly.

Grey Wind tested his weight on the injured limb Macaria had recently fixed. It hurt and felt awkward, but at least he could put some weight on it. His larger form limped through the trees, not looking back to see if she was following or if she would continue to help him. If she did walk beside him, he would rest a little of his weight against her to ease off on his still painful limb. But he also knew he could manage without her. The brute knew that she would follow, she said she was going to help despite knowing where he came from, so why would she back out now? The brujo needed to know more about her, more about the female that he was going to be keeping away from Saw Tooth for some time. There was a thought in the back of his mind that this might be a bad idea, that Kershov would be angry if he kept a hostage without permission, but he would deal with that later. ”So do you have family in Saw Tooth? Or are you more on your own?” When he spoke the words he realized that it may be too obvious what he was doing, so he continued to speak, to tell her a little about himself, so she would hopefully trust him. ”I lost my family when I was much younger. I was on my own for a while before I found Abendrot.” It may not seem like much, but it was the truth, and that was not usually something that the brute told to others. He did not need to think about where he was going, his paws knew the way to his pack.