Cam lingered for a moment, wondering weather or not to follow the blood trail off into the woods or to wait until morning.  Not from any great sense of heroism or anything, he severely doubted that anyone from this encounter was still alive and waiting for rescue.  The ferels didn't keep their meat alive.

No, it was something else that had caught his intrigue, but he was quite sure what.  Perhaps he had pretended to be mad for so long, it was finally starting to get to him.  Or maybe not.  

He knelt down to examine his newest guest, checking the animal for wounds that would signal infection.  Convinced there was nothing he asked, "Well, who are you then?"

He waited, as though expecting an answer as he looked for a collar on it's neck.