"Poor Soul," Johnny's hands reached over to try and help your injury, a beartrap clamped around your calf.

He was out alone around the forest when he heard you whine in pain, and here he is, comforting a curious werewolf when he should be getting back to base before curfew.

"Easy, easy there..." He smiles, making sure to gain your trust before touching the beartrap, noting you were territorial.

You backed up onto a tree as far as you could, though he seemed friendly enough.