"It was caused by the hunter's trap, but shouldn't the frost wolf be intelligent enough to avoid this?" Violet voiced her thoughts. Wild animals aside, the ranked beasts should know better of those obvious snares.
"Luckily, it's not that serious and a simple dressing will do…" She tried to get even closer and treat the frost wolf, but he growled at her in disapproval. Cassiel frowned and moved his sword slightly, and the beast looked down in dejection, but his body stance was still full of distrust.
"I't okay, don't force it… Emma, come and help me," Violet signalled to the little girl. Gaining the trust of the wild beast was time-consuming, and it was better handled by someone the wolf already knew. She gives the little girl a bottle of common medicine for the wound and the clean bandage.
