Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"-Uh." Red's voice came from the kitchen doorway, as he had come back into the house from the back door, Casey's unconscious form draped on his shoulder. He wasn't expecting her to be up any time soon, and her seeing them like this was definitely a bad thing. His clothes were torn and bloodied, but none of his wounds were serious and would heal right up in a day or two. He couldn't afford to be incapacitated by an injury in case Casey lost control again.

"Don't be alarmed- but I need your help- this man needs some medical attention- do you have a medical kit?" Red asked through heavy panting. He was in his human form, but he doubted it was any better than seeing him as a Loup-Garou in his bloodied state.