Werewolves of London

Vail tilted her head curiously, only barely able to make out the other woman’s form. She could smell dried blood then, and wondered what happened to the poor woman. She mentioned she was no threat, but seemed hesitant to admit she was hurt. Vail tried to take a couple of steps closer as the woman hunched on the ground. ”You should let me see your wounds,” She tried not to command the woman, but her inner nurse was coming out. If Pari let her Vail would lean down, tentatively pushing her nose towards her new companion. She could see that she was emaciated, even her strained gaze could figure that out. She tried to smell out any infection, and felt a little worried about her. She thought she smelled infection, ad wondered if she’d broken any bones. ”What happened?” She asked softly as she tried to continue searching for wounds, wondering if she might be allowed closer to inspect with her more sensitive sense of touch.