The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Thistle]

"Well, that was interesting." Thistle says, rubbing at her eyes. Possessing creatures besides Nibbs always gives her a splitting headache after the fact. "Thanks for playing along with that, at least." Back in the land of the bipedal, she stands up and takes a good look around.
Her gaze is immediately caught by the trashing wolf now tied up on the ground. She walks over to the bound wolf monster and pauses to think for a moment, before dragging some of the heavy barrels over to make an ersatz cage around the animal that will hopefully keep it penned in for now even if it escapes the rope. The Blasted Lander does a quick walk around it for a second to make sure there's no obvious weak points, then turns to Gwain and his minion (Vengeance is with us, right?). "So, I realize this probably sounds like not a great idea, but I might be able to make it more friendly. If we can, uh, leave it alive for right now, we can deal with it after we get your brother patched up."

Right after talking to Gwain, her attention is grabbed again by a sudden, unhappy hiss from across the room. Nibbs is curled up in a darkest corner of the room with large bloody patches on her neck and back. Thistle moves over to her, making soothing noises and assess the damage. Deep cuts glisten redly from where the wolves attacked the cat. Swearing, Thistle quickly tries to patch up the cat as best she can for right now, then gets to her feet and makes for the door. "I'm going to find a healer," she calls over her shoulder, "I'll be back soon!"