Earth's Pull

The female's offer was extremely tempting. He had never been in such pain and he knew he would have to let the she-wolf help him if he wanted any chance of ending it quickly. He didn't like the feeling of being so reliant on a stranger, and neither did the spirits, but, she did say she had supplies not far from here. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bother for her.

He was hesitant in his movements, listening to the voices to see what they thought. His ears twitched, listening to something only he could hear and his eyes seemed to unfocus, now looking through the female rather than at. The spirits had regressed into their normal uselessness. They only insulted him or spoke negative nonsense. None of their words were directed at the female, so he took this as a sign they agreed to allow her to help them. After gathering such information, his eyes refocused on the she-wolf.

"Alright, as long as I'm not bothering you," he relented, rising into a sitting position. He was careful not to move any of the muscles in his injured leg, keeping it raised above the ground and static at his side. If it was broken, which even he could safely assume it was, moving it would not better the situation.

Oh! I'm Pnuma by the way. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name? He added, suddenly noticing he did not know the female's name. How rude of him not to mention his name sooner! He was about to take up this woman's valuable time and he didn't even know her name! How would he properly thank her for helping him without such important information?