The she-wolf was quite content curled up in a tight ball over the blanket, her form hidden in the crevice above the rafters. It was a perfect spot for anyone to make their den and she had found it first. She was hidden from the world below down in the warehouse, but also along the upstairs and catwalk, safe and sound. It was a rather difficult place to reach and she didn't have to take extreme measures like create a machicolation. A human could not make that jump, from the catwalk towards the crevice above, but anyone in their Were-form could. Well, actually not really, if a Were did try to hop up into her special spot she would attack them, not caring in the slightest should they fall to their death. She never owned anything before. Never really had anything to her name, but with her sleeping quarters her own mini-personal territory she would protect it to all ends. Since she was off work and she had plans to spend time with Tobi and Alexis, in two separate places, she needed all the sleep she could get on her off-day. So, all day, she slept giving herself the rare chance to relax for a change. It was the faint scent of that metallic aroma of blood that had stirred the girl to open her eyes, slowly. With one grey ear twitching she would move her head off her paws yawning as she moved to lay down on her side stretching not wanting to bother with the scent thinking it was just a trick of the mind. It wasn't until she heard the clatter down below with the massive door from the back slamming closed that startled her to lift her head up fully awake now. Roused from her sleep she would stand, head tilted over the side, viewing the empty hammock she made for Tobi, blue-grey eyes roamed the quiet warehouse. With the lights starting to dim, signaling it was closed, brought a smile to her wolfish face. She successfully slept all day- Tobi would be proud...or upset she didn't have dinner ready for him. Jumping towards the catwalk all grey paws slammed into the metal bridge and she would start walking along heading for the kitchen until that stench of blood overwhelmed her once more. Concerned she would tilt her head underneath the railing of the catwalk seeing a crippling form near the back end of the building. Assuming it was Tobi getting himself hurt again, she ran off towards the kitchen, shifting as hand met the cabinet pulling out the large white box with the Red Cross stamped on it. Managing to climb down the stairs near the backend of the building, she would call out softly towards the crippled form.

"Tobi...how many times do I have to tell you? When you want to mess with the fishermen, let me know, so I can scare them off...that way you have plenty of time to eat the fish."

As the curly-haired woman got closer towards the form within the partly shadowed area her entire blood chilled as she froze in place. Tired eyes widen as she scanned the poor naked woman, clearly injured as blood seem to trail from her side. Biting her lip, a bit nervous, she would take a step towards this woman unsure if she was simply a druggie that had taken far too many and had hurt herself on her high, or if she was just an innocent bystander that had gotten mugged...or worse. Seeing the dirty towel being clutched far too harshly against the wound she moved a bit more closely, a concerned note rang in her voice as she crouched down next to the woman.

"Hey...look I can help, but you need me to take a look at that first, okay?"


Placing the first aid box at her side, long nimble fingers moved over the locks pressing down and hearing the sound of the box unlocking, pulling it open as she began to pick out a few things. Grabbing the rubbing alcohol bottle and fresh clean white rag, she doused the thing modestly frowning some as she placed the rubbing alcohol bottle down. Extending the soaked clean rag to the woman, hardly trusting the injured woman, to even do this herself. Her head would tilt upwards, her scarred face hidden slightly from her golden curls, as her eyes attempted to lock on the darker eyes of the injured woman. There was a concerned tone in her response as she meekly informed the woman just what she needed to do, before she could go any farther with this process.

"Look, you need to clutch this over the wound...it is going to sting and it is going to hurt, but it is going to clean it out, okay? You need to let me see how deep it is I can stich it up, so you are going to have to stretch yourself out."

Like hell the woman would trust her enough to do such things, let alone even bother to listen, but it was a chance she was going to have to make. It was either trust the woman with the scars or be ignorant and continue lying on the floor in her own blood.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven