Ben wouldn't have died that night.

A warrior of Gaia, built to conquer all that was evil and protect his brothers and sisters, as well as his flock, would not have gone down easily from a mere hunter's trap. A pair of iron jaws were nothing compared to a pair of tainted ones, and though the effort of 'saving' him from the supposed fate of bleeding to death was useless, Ben still saw the nobility in it. He was, in fact, one of the last people around who actually took intentions into consideration, and saw them for what they were. Sian was a kind soul, risking her life without knowing any better, and though she'd only driven him farther from his search, she'd done no wrong, thinking only of the poor injured animal. Indeed, she'd likely spared those hunters from Ben's wrath. If they'd aggitated him enough, he might have seriously injured them. But no champion of Luna would have died that night.

Instead, she'd led him here. Here was a questionable location, and it had taken him a cold night of limping back to a patch of the woods untouched by human scent to finally lay down and curl up, letting his own system mend itself. He was nowhere near healthy after he'd taken a break, allowing the sedatives to wear off. After the chemicals in his system had fled, he found surer footing and returned home to properly care for his wounds. He just couldn't risk the dangers of being penned by humans, even if it meant they might take a needle and thread to his injury sooner. He crawled back home, called himself a taxi, and checked into the nearest hospital for a quick minor surgery to make sure the skin was returned to the appropriate state, deciding that he had to see her soon.

He could have healed naturally, but it would have taken weeks, something he wasn't willing to sacrifice in order to check out the new facility he'd never known about until last night. With an authentic bandaged hand, he could at least show his face. The look on her face would immediately tell him if she knew she'd helped a garou out or not. Sometimes... these places were run by kin in an effort to save the ronin from their lonely fates, or even to help the lupus families when their garou family were away.

Ben had been away... far too long. He was hoping that by taking a look around, he might find fresh tracks. And beyond that, perhaps more importantly, he had to learn her name, and at least try to thank her with his eyes. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd glimpse the wolf again in her backyard. And then feel the validation and the pride she deserved. It almost ached to leave her alone like that, thinking that he must have wandered off to die alone...

He wore a pair of forest green slacks and a button up shirt beneath a sweater, all tucked in underneath a compact but warm jacket, zipped all the way to his chin. His back was to the hallway, and he stood facing Doreen, arms folded loosely across his chest in a way that only accentuated the width of his shoulders. Mostly, he was hiding the bandage, but it didn't keep Doreen from glancing at it surreptitiously.

"... I don't really know anyone, no. I just heard word that you were looking for more staff. I apologize about how impromptu this is, but I was just in the area, and I was curious. Could I make an appointment, maybe? Could you tell me who I could speak to?"