Put Out the Cat

A name was given to go with the body and Resin nodded. "Good to meet you, Lúta, and glad to help and have help." She motioned towards the dead cat. "It had killed a young wolf near the borders of my pack. It couldn't be left alive." The giantess also didn't like killing unless it was necessary, but this had definitely been necessary.

Aid with her injuries was offered and the one-eyed woman nodded. "If you would at least look at them, I'd be appreciative." She couldn't see the ones on the side of her neck, but they burned the most. She also couldn't tell just how much she was bleeding since she was covered in so much of the cats blood. Her silver coat ran red down the front and her maw was black with gore. Righting her appearance hadn't even come to mind.