Re: Log: Claire/Atticus Wolfytime
[The wolf snarled, and Claire stayed assassin still. She knew. She was not about to lunge to attack, but there was no shying away from the wolf either. He really was a magnificently beautiful creature in full view, if one was able to see past the injuries.] Grazie. [He lowered his snout, and Claire bowed her head in appreciation of the show of trust. With that she pushed her way back up to her feet and dusted off the back of her jeans. It was going to be a long walk, and she was escorting quite the target.]
We will take our time. You're safe. [Claire led the way home at a slow enough pace to let the wolf keep up, taking back ways and less traveled roads to bring him back to her place in the neighborhood. She knew they were leaving a trail of blood right back to her house, and if someone was stupid enough to follow it then they would have to deal with her and all her protective righteous fury. The young hunter may have been armed enough beneath the jacket to take out any threat that would present itself, but that did not mean she wanted to use her weaponry.
With a jiggle of key in the knob the door unlocked and opened to the mud room just off the back of the kitchen, and Claire propped the door open with a large painted rock so the wolf could come inside at his own pace, if he even would. Regardless of where the wolf was, she moved with purpose in the kitchen to grab some supplies. Raw steak tips, a bowl of water, the first aid kit she kept prepared for battle wounds. Wherever the wolf decided to be, she set up the offering nearby and softly spoke once more.] You are going to need to let me clean your wounds. May I? [And Claire waited with outstretched hand. She did not wish to move too quickly and spook it away by trying to touch the wolf when it was not going to let her.]