Salzem eyed the other wolf suspiciously as he complimented him, saying that someone like him was needed in his pack. He offered not continuing this fight, that neither of them could keep it going anyway the shape they were in anyway. The black wolf glared as the man stated that he had felt Salzem's jaw break under his fist. Worst part was, he was right. He could feel the swelling already beginning beneath his gums, pushing his teeth out in painful angles. The wolf followed his opponent's gaze to his arm, the limb turning a sickening purple/blue and swelling to disproportional amounts. Salzem must have broken the thing in so many different places, it was a wonder why his arm wasn't poking through his skin. Salzem's eyes glowed dangerously red for a moment, as if he were going to attack before fading completely. Slowly, warily, he regressed back to his humanoid form, his jaw appear red, blue and purple popping up around his chin-line.
"Ffffain" The lycan mumbled, wincing at the crippling pain of a broken jaw. Salzem wasn't the smartest person, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. It was the same with those slavers, all those years ago. They taught him how to speak, how to use traps and guerilla warfare. As soon as he outgrew their usefulness, Salzem killed them, ate them, then used their bones as the base of his first powder poisons. They gave him many useful skills and this wolf and his "pack" was no different. This cocky, arrogant wolf was nothing but a sack of meat and opportunity, both he planned on feasting on in the future. With a snort, Salzem slashed the leather of his pants to long shreds with his nails, taking one and tying it around his jaw and head, making a temporary brace for it to heal. Even if his recovery was accelerated to days, it could still heal wrong. He took another longer, thicker strip, folding it into a loop before holding it out to the other wolf, pointing at him with his other hand.
"Ahm. ere." he grumbled through his teeth. If the dog would cooperate, Salzem would wrap the leather around his head, tying it off at the back of his neck before gripping the wolf's broken arm and maneuvering it gently into the leather sling with a gentleness one might think Salzem incapable of having. He could have just let the idiot wolf suffer but he wasn't the monster he makes himself out to be.