[center][h2]Sanjin[/h2]
[i]Interacting with: Draco[@Bright_Ops], Flint[@Aerandir] and Rowyn[@Kitty][/i][/center]

Sanjin nodded wordless as the doctor (as politely as she could he guessed) refused his help. He was about to ask her where she had learned to do her craft, more out of boredom than anything else when the man woke up. Flashing his savior at what would probably been a roguish grin were it not for the blood coming out of several newly formed orifices before the table gave way, planting his face firmly in the woman's lap. 

The woman made no move to push him out of her lap, so Sanjin just assumed she had taken no offense to the sudden intrusion. Given the guys injuries, that made sense. Its not like he'd MEANT to be there. Though, apparently not all the hunters in the tavern shared her pragmatism, the two of them catching a few looks of what Sanjin assumed to be scandal before another hunter came over to scold his peer. 

The young Pack member rolled his eyes, squatting down to Flint's level. [color=30ced3]"While you're down there. You mentioned Wendigos. I'm guessing those are the slight problem you mentioned when you walked in?"[/color] He asked, not really wanting a potentially great job pass him by.