Candles burning around her as she used her needles perfectly to stitch her arm wound. She was almost ripped by a dangerous direwolf while she was farming for a little puppy; she needed a direwolf because everyone knew that getting the loyalty of a direwolf was a must in the plague lands. They were fierce fighters and good companions. She didn't expect that the beast would use its claws to open an old wound on her body. It wasn't advisable for her current situation to get more injuries and wounds. It was hard keeping the virus in check.