Kirkley heard the sound of an arrow go off behind him, a scatter of paws and feet; he whipped around in time to see her take the man down, despite the arrow in her shoulder. And yet within a fraction of a second a dog tackled her, its jaws latching around her neck.
Kirkley ran to her, watching as she changed back into her human form, lying there limp underneath the hound. With a bone-chilling roar of a snarl, the dog was pulled from its automatic reflex long enough to realize that it wasn't winning this situation--it let go of the she-wolf and ran, tail between its legs. Had Kirkley tried to swipe or pull it off, it surely would have ripped the girl's throat.
He quickly changed back, not caring about his lack of clothes for now as he took a look at her; she was in poor shape, even for a werewolf. He looked around, noting the gruesome mess around them, and decided it would be better to get out of here for now. Reaching up, he pulled the two arrows from his shoulder, his blood splattering across the ground. It hurt like a bitch, but it'd heal quickly enough; for now he focused on scooping the girl into his arms and fleeing the scene. Any decent tracker would be able to tell that the creature that mauled those men and dogs was big, so hopefully her pack would be safe from speculation.
He carried her through the forest, following the sound of a stream and locating it quickly. He ripped a piece of his vest off after digging it from his bag and soaked it in a bit of the water, wiping the blood away from her skin and then shredding what remained of his vest to use to tie off her wounds and hold off the bleeding; sometimes he wished he traveled with Ain more often; had she been here, these wounds wouldn't have been a problem. Being able to use fire at any time was handy like that.
As soon as the she-wolf was taken care of, he pulled his pants on, since he sincerely doubted that the first thing she would want to see upon waking up would be a naked stranger hovering over her.
Yeah. Definitely not.
Finally he was able to kneel down by the stream and wash off the blood that was crusting up by his own wounds, however they were already starting to scab over, so he didn't think too much of it; his arm was a bit difficult to move, but overall it should be better by the end of the day tomorrow. At least this curse gave him such quick recovery times.
Once he finished, Kirkley glanced over to the she-wolf, standing and going over to her, sitting down at her side and waiting for her to wake up. She was fast, and had held her own well enough in the situation they were in, but she was still going to be weak for a while. He wasn't one to just leave someone wounded and alone to fend for themselves. Hopefully her pack (at least what he assumed to be her pack, from the smells on her person) would be coming to look for her soon. In the meantime, he just settled for watching the nature around them, soaking up the sun and enjoying its warm rays on his newest scratches and gouges. He closed his eyes and relaxed, relying on his ears and sense of smell to alert him to any possible intruders nearby.