Patch me up

Elizabeth made sure to stay where she was when he showed his teeth. Unlike others who may have jumped to help no matter what, she really wasn't that kind of wolf. She had learned living in a ruthless life that enemies sometimes simply did not want to accept help. She was not as heartless to reject them help but Elizabeth didn't want to help a wolf who did not want it. Those fangs though, they reminded her of miss Aurielle. As he spat out the head it was mangled but she tried to make sense of the markings. "Do you want my help?" she went to ask carefully as she sniffed the head. This is one of the moments where she didn't think sharing her name would really help.

She could smell a pack on him, but she was not aware of the factions around here yet. Elizabeth was under the assumption that he might even hate her without even knowing who she was. "It's a rat snake." she confirmed from the black coloring and light underbelly. While it was not venmous thank the gods, it could leave a nasty infection. She remembered a wolf once having to lose a limb because of it. "If I don't treat that wound of yours you could lose a leg." though he probably had healers back home. How quickly they could stop the infection. Well that was really up to their skills.