Inkness took a deep breath and stood up, wakling towards the voices and trying to ignore the dull ache in her shoulder. Her sharp ears picked up part of a conversation: "…If there is some kind of mad werewolf in those bushes we both might be screwed." There was a pause. The the voice continued. "Part of my magic is I can sense danger, and i can tell you really don't want to hurt me. And since you didn't ask, My name is David. David Grove." Inkness stepped forward and said to the two men that she could see, "A mad werewolf? Insult to injury. I'm a panther and I'm only a little mad."
She motioned to the very visible arrow sticking out of her shoulder. "But then I have everhy reason to be. I'm Inkness by the way. Call me Ink. Now if you dont mind pulling this arrow out of me I'll be very grateful for I have reason to believe its poisoned." Her blue eyes were dark with pain. Her knees buckled and she fought to stay up.