Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Will do, Monsieur Mino." Red nodded, grunting as he picked himself up from the chair and lightly touching his bandaged torso to see if his wounds had opened up again. They were healing much faster than a human's would, but still quite slow as it was inflicted by another were. His injuries weren't serious at all, but there were many of those shallow cuts, enough for him to die from blood loss had he not sewn himself up in Katt's house. "I see you later, ma'am Lupe." He bowed his head at the editor and exited.

He would continue his routes as he normally would, but he would be refraining from extremes of running and jumping, and that bothered him.