*pulls back as Bingo's wail tears at his soul* You're hurt! I need to look at you and do what I can, what I know how to do. What is IN me to do. But it's cold here and the snow can't be good..

*looks back over his shoulder trying to figure out what to do*

A cave! But what if you have...*pauses, doesn't want to alarm Bingo by speaking of things like 'broken bones'*

Bingo, I need to touch you. I'm going to feel your body to find out what the Warg did to you. I promise to be gentle. If there is pain, I apologize for it beforehand. *passes his hand over Bingo's forehead with a tender caress*