Dena pulls back from you, sensing your displeasure and not wanting to risk getting bitten. Even she knows that it's best not to poke a wolf when he's hurt.
Pieces of loose concrete scatter in a dusty cloud as Lapu and Tiva round the corner of the old office building. The two wolves nudge each other, and Lapu opens his muzzle in a wide, toothy grin.
"Looks like the Snarl's claimed another victim!" Lapu jokes, tongue lolling from his mouth as he breathes hard. "I still can't believe you got that high up before the building collapsed under your feet!" He looks over at Dena. "Leave it to Decaarr to risk exposing us out here in the Snarl just to show off his agility. What if one of the elders had seen him up there?"
Dena wheels and snaps at Lapu, sending the gangly male skittering backward, tripping over a piece of rubble and landing on his rump with a puff of concrete dust. The youth's unusual blond coat now peppered with gray, he wobbles to his feet as Dena continues examining your injuries. Tiva snickers at the boy, smacking his side and giggling as his fur lets off big puffs of dust.
Dena finishes up going over your wounds. "In case you care, Lapu, his injuries are healing up just fine, so it looks like we'll still be able to make it to the bridge on time."
Tiva sneezes and wipes a smudge of dust from her nose.
You groan and get back to your feet, wincing as the knitting bones in your right knee click uncomfortably. Not for the first time you thank whatever gods reside above that you were born with a werewolf's regenerative ability.
The wolves of Haven can change their forms at will, but while your lupine body provides you with greater dexterity and healing, the form is difficult to maintain for more than half a day at a time due to the massive increase in metabolism that fuels your abilities.
Lapu snarls and spits on the ground. "We should leave without him. The injury will only slow him down."