The cloth, soaked with blood and doing absolutely no good at all, went back over the bite when the voice met him. Eden looked up, studied the woman, and then nodded at her in understanding. He hoped she could help, the wound was not a good one.
It didn’t take long to get to where she’d motioned to and Eden settled easily into the seat. He held up the injured arm, offering it to her to examine if she wanted to. It was probably clear to her what happened, he was lucky the tiger didn’t take a chunk of skin and muscle out of his arm. If he counted blessings that would’ve been one of them, but he didn’t.
“Eden,” He managed, voice heavy with pain and irritation. “This isn’t the most ideal place to meet someone, but I guess it could be worse. I’m glad to meet you, Rose.” He welcomed the distraction of conversation and did his best to be genuine in spite of the circumstances.