Hit the reset button

I watched her face, moving my vision from one of her eyes to the other, looking for signs that she was joking. Who in the hell was this lady? The bridge of my nose wrinkled at my growing feeling of distrust. No, something was wrong here.
She's testing me.
"Well?"
"Do you usually go around giving all wolves a meal?" I shot, my voice barely audible but clear to any sharp pair of ears. I was frustrated that I couldn't sense her intentions. Doubtful that she was sincere - she had no reason to be. But also curious as to what gave her the instinct to help. Maybe it was just the nature of the cats in this area? To be... kind for the sake of being kind? Could be. I didn't know their practices.

Still. The wariness was hard to kick. Or do you just want to lure me back to wherever the heck you came from and use me for something else? Just like that girl Dad dragged back to camp, kicking and screaming the entire way. Was I going to be next in her sick torture? I tried leaning towards her, scenting around her again. Hm. No... no blood. No wolf either honestly. Actually, her smell was weird, foreign. Slowly, I pulled in a deep breath and let it out incrementally, trying to force my growing anxiety to relax. It was difficult to rewire that rut in my brain.
Was I really going to miss something like this because I didn't know how to just say yes?

I blinked a few times, looking at her now with this sense of not sure how to say what I wanted to - almost apologetic. My voice was damn near silent again, low vibrations becoming muddled like my thoughts. "I'm not trying to - I'm not used to..." I stopped. Trying to find the word. "That."
Eloquently done.

I looked behind me again, scanning the open area between the trees for a moment. Dad and his crew might be looking for me, they might not. But either way you cut it, I might not live that much longer out here if I went at it alone. If this cat wanted to sacrifice me, then it might be a quicker way to go than if I waited to starve to death or be dragged back home to be done in a different way.  "Right. I'd appreciate taking you up on your offer." My head turned back to the large cat, blood-filled pools meeting her own as I nodded. She didn't seem like the one to coerce me to do anything that I wasn't willing to do. For that, I was appreciative. "Fresh..." I smirked half-heartedly, picking up on what she meant by that.

You just met me. Now you want to bond. How cute.

She just met me and wanted to either hunt for me, or even more laughable, hunt right alongside me?? Did she not realize the trust and communication that it takes to - She was out of her mind.

"Sure..." I said painfully sarcastic, drawing my word out while I shook my head in disbelief. "I suppose you're the 'cuddle to keep warm' type too?" I joked boorishly, making a point that no, I wasn't open to hunting. But I was still open to seeing what big cats like this lady ate around here. Hey, maybe she really did take down a bear. I wouldn't be surprised. "Show me what those big paws are for then if not for healing." I grinned more enthusiastically now and felt my tail sweep out from under me.

I began to lift up onto my larger-than-fitting paws, allowing my muscles to slowly acclimate to not being too tightly wound up anymore. I didn't realize how much the chill of the snow took the edge off of the pain while I was laying there. If this woman hadn't have come along, I took a couple of steps towards her and winced, stopping immediately and leaned my weight over to my right side.
Wait... did it...?
My attention went down to my chest, then over to my shoulder. My paw lifted as I tried looking around my armpit and then I found it. I couldn't see exactly where the opening was within the deep folds of the white fur, but I could feel the pain surging from my armpit, to my sternum, down my ribcage. That fucker dug deep...
The wound on my chest had reopened, and was now beginning to stream drops of blood down the inside of my arm. "Fuck." Mist pooled out of my mouth as I breathed out the word, silently continuing to curse myself in my head.
My paw tentatively came back down onto the ice and I waited a second before taking another couple of steps. Stop. It was as if someone was taking a sharp stone and was dragging it across my sternum with each weighted step that I took.
It wasn't this bad yesterday. I could still walk without feeling like I was going to crumple over, and now - I carefully lowered my body back down into the snow, stifling a groan. I curled my body tight against itself yet again, hoping the gash would seal up again. Silently I stayed there, just thinking about what I could say. Ears flicked back and fro as I pondered before I brought my eyes back up to the now larger-than-life woman.
"Actually... I don't think I can." Steam carried my low tones around my head and up into the atomsphere. I couldn't help but feel more stuck in one place than I was before.