The voice pulled Anna back from teetering on unconsciousness. Forcing her eyes open, the golden hues fell on a young man, barely out of his teens it looked like...with a metal collander on his head like a helmet. "C...course...there's...were...wolf... I...don't bite though," she managed. She tried to move but whimpered in pain, causing a silver wound to her abdomen to reopen and send some fresh blood dripping down her front.
With moving not an option, she looked at the boy, her eyes pleading. "I know...who took kids..." Weakly she reached up and fumbled to get the bag that had been tied to her undone, but her fingers were barely working, and some of them looked clearly broken on her right hand and had healed wrong. She needed to stay conscious and let someone know. Maybe Andy. Or perhaps that Connor guy... "Please...we...have to hurry to help them..."