Marcus really, really wanted to ask how he’d managed to avoid it, given how he’d been punching. But that wasn’t helpful, in the least, and would likely come across as condescending as hell even if he didn’t mean it like that and no. Not the time.
He winced at the whine, something sharp tugging in his chest at the sound, abandoning his bag to slip over. He kept a good couple of feet between them because the last thing he needed was to inadvertently threaten an injured wolf, but concern made it impossible to keep away completely.
His shoulders started to relax when the guy said he was fine, only to tense back up at the question. Right. Actually checking. He could manage that. “Yeah, man, I can take a look at least.” Taking those last couple of steps forward, he crouched down, keeping himself small and as non-threatening as he could before taking his hand. His touch was as light as he could make it, given the situation, probing over the knuckle and side of his hand, but with enough purposeful direction to show he’d done this once or twice before.
“...well, good news.” He started after a couple moments, “First break’s always the hardest. Bad news - yeah, you broke your hand on the bag.”