Kamri slowly pulled back the bandages covering the wound on Rooks leg and resisted the urge to grimace. She'd learned pretty fast that showing emotion while tending to someone wasn't necessarily always the best thing. The wound was pretty deep and as she pulled the solid bandage away fresh blood seeped from the gash. Quickly Kamri pulled the pan of water from the fire and began to clean the wound.

As she worked she listened to what the others said, and as they explained she remembered the stories her old pack mother had told her. "That sounds like the story the Dread Wolf and the Trickster. The Dread Wolf had a temple constructed for him when he conquered all of the leaders of the great tribes. The leaders were buried under the temple but their spirits were bound to the Dread Wolf and would devour any who tried to get to the vault where all the treasures of the Tribes were locked away. Nana used to tell us the Tickster almost made it to the vault before he was caught by the Dread Wolf and devoured." 

As she finished cleaning the wound she held a clean bandage to it to staunch the bleeding and reached for her needle and thread. "I have to sew you up Rook, I have a Salve for numbing but there isn't much left. Do you want it or not?" 

She glanced over her shoulder as the others hauled their prisoner up. For now she would let the others try to question the man, but she knew that if they needed her help in persuading they would ask. After all who isn't scared of a huge slavering black wolf?