The girl stared leerily at the crumpled male before her, her bright, lupin eyes narrowed as her nostrils flared at his strange scent. She moved cautiously towards him, crouched down and moving on all fours like a wolf. Hesitating for only a moment, she reached out with a filthy, clawed hand and touched the demon's throat, feeling for a pulse. Pleased at the still-strong beating of the organ, she sniffed at the creature's hair and skin, her own tangled dark locks falling over her shoulders and chest. She gripped firmly at the male's wrist before tugging him deeper into the woods, into the safety of her den. Once there, she took up a peice of bone from a previous meal and heated it briefly in the small fire she kept, sterilizing it well enough. She examined it, pleased, and took up a legnth of thread she'd woven from the hide of beast. Within minutes she's sewed the male's wound shut, keeping him from bleeding out. She stalked into the night shortly after insuring he was still breathing to find a meal.