The wolf's head was shattered by Philip Shaw's shotgun, so when it died, the blood that spurted out splattered onto Aldana Candi's face.
The fresh wolf blood had a heavy metallic scent, making one nauseous.
Philip Shaw carried her into the tent, then told her to sit here for a while and turned around to leave the tent.
When he came back, he had a basin of water in his hands.
Aldana Candi saw him holding a towel and reached out to try to take it, "I can do it myself."
Her voice was still very weak from the fright.
Philip Shaw silently soaked the towel in the basin, then wrung it out and sat in front of her, carefully wiping the blood from her face and hair.
The light and shadow in the tent were dim, and the man's eyes were stained with a rich, dark color. He meticulously cleaned the blood from her face and hair, then said, "Take off your clothes."
Aldana Candi instinctively grasped her collar, feeling slightly embarrassed, "No, no need, there's nothing on my body..."
