Hanzo let out a low sigh as he traversed the desert, those dual hued eyes peering about boredly. He had initially set out to collect on a bounty placed upon bandits in these wastelands. There always seemed to be an abundance of them in these areas. His nose twitched lightly, and he glanced back to see what looked like a woman hobbling towards him.
Stopping after a few more steps, he gradually made his way toward the stranger, that scent of blood hovering about her had caused a bit of a conflict between the wolf and human within him, but he hid it well. His head canted to one side as he neared her, stopping a few paces away. "Riiight, let me guess... a runaway bride. Y'know this is one hell of a distance to run, and a bad choice of terrain".
He glanced into her eyes, quickly aiming to close the distance between the two of them, and in the process get into her personal bubble to look closer. "Your pupils are starting to pinpoint, you need water", He commented with a light shrug. "Ah... let me guess you don't have any, well normally I'd just leave you to die, but I'm in a pretty good mood today" He removed a gourd from his side and offered it to her.
Those eyes next focused on the wound on her leg, "And what type of moron would be walking on this" He scolded rather harshly, "There are some rather unsavory creatures out here that could easily track you down and gobble you up moving around with a wound like that.." He shook his head, "Even if I am heartless, can't leave you out here like that... want a ride back into town?" He asked, though no horse was present so it was a bit of a bizarre question to be proposed.