The wolf-creature watched Arn as the large man approached. Snarling and growling like any cornered wolf who was stuck in a trap. Though this was a trap not of Arn's making, but one of an injury caused by man. As Arn spoke softly the wolf creature quieted. Almost as if it were listening to the words, though Arn could see the eyes held no real recognition for the words. As Gwendolyn mimicked Arn's movements the being's growl grew louder, too many people around this creature could well spark a defensive attack. Minutes ticked by and the growls softened to whines of pain. The blood was seeping across the ground and it was likely the arrow had come very close to hitting something vital. Gwendolyn's knowledge of healing would tell her that if it had hit one of the large arteries then this creature, running and crashing through the brush, would already be dead. Bled out and laying motionless on the ground.

Finally, the wolf-human lowered their body to the ground. Weakness overcoming them, Arn would see the lack of curves that would denote the creature as male. The arms well-muscled under the pelts of wolves, the body toned from hunting. Scars marked what of the human skin, Arn could see of the man-wolf. Yet, as the human creature laid their head upon their hands much like a wolf upon their forepaws, the ears perked towards the two and the teeth, so very white and sharp looking, were still bared in a warning. The tail also moved, curling about the injured leg as though to hide it. Understandably, weakness lead to death in the unforgiving north.