A new face

Unless given a reason. Sanna allowed her disposition to soften ever so slightly, ears flickering forward from where they'd previously been pinned. Just a bit less tense than she had been moments ago, but it's enough to be marked. Noticeable. Though her guard was far from down, some of the actively defensive attitude ebbed away. "Cowards don't last long where I'm from," a sharp, humorless laugh and a toss of her head. The girl weighed her options, in regards to both showing him the wound and accepting his help.

On the one hand, being in debt to a pack didn't sound like a good idea. On the other hand? It would only get colder and harder to survive out here. If she was in the good graces of at least one pack around these parts, Sanna might stand a better chance of making it to spring. That, and the wound was in a spot that she was having a hard time treating on her own body.

Still uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability she was about to show, but deciding it was her best option, Sanna carefully climbed from the pool. It's only then that it strikes her how much larger he is, the eight inch difference in height enough to give her pause. Still, the nasty gash on her hind leg was fairly clear against the paler parts of her coat. "Normally I'd treat it m'self, but it's a tough spot to reach," a trained field medic, Sanna would never admit to being embarrassed that she couldn't patch herself up this time. "If you're offering, that is." Leaving no room for ambiguity, her gaze locked on the stranger's.
"Speech"