The next day the girl sees the same wolf lying on the ground, surrounded by crimson blood. Her heart tugged her forward but she knew she would be risking her reputation at camp. Rushing back to her house she retrieved an old rag and the bucket. Removing a navy cloak from the closet she put it on and to the bucket and rag outside. She almost turned back plenty of times, but in the end she made it to the bleeding creature. By the time she got there he was unconscious, and almost everyone had gone to work. Her house was on the outskirts of the slave camp, if anyone saw the werewolf coming out they would think of it a a house control. But if they saw her carry him in... This was her only chance, and he could be the key to her escape. "Please exist karma, cause i'm doing a good thing," she whispered as she tugged him into her house. Em stretched him out on the bed, and cleaned his wounds with a wet rag. Carefully she wrapped his wound in clean cloth strips she had left over from when she cut her leg, the scar still went down her leg. She spent some time there looking at him breath, wondering how something that looked so human could define humans as slaves.