What up, Shawshank

Sigmarr felt bile rise hot in his throat as he resisted the urge to wretch.  The sister he'd gone searching for when he'd been captured was the very wolf he'd been sent to hunt down.  His mind was reeling, his body felt weak, he could barely process what was happening.  Sigmarr had to be hallucinating.  He was going crazy that's all this was.

The woman threw herself at him in blazing fury, only brutal months of torturous training allowed him to react as he hurled himself to his right, his head twisting out of reach but his body not following with enough speed to avoid her attack.  The woman's fangs sank deep into the middle of his upper left arm.  The pain seemed to jolt him awake as ice blue eyes blinked rapidly blinked.  

"Sindri….S-sindri it's me.  It's Sigmarr….. oh god…. Sindri….."