Protected by his sunglasses and the alcohol in his system, Rude thought nothing more of the stare he fixed on his partner as Reno pulled his shirt off than "Better make sure he's okay". The bite on his partner's stomach was rather nasty, and the knowledge that they'd been through worse wasn't really helpful. They'd made it, though, and now that they were in a city and waiting on Rufus, they would be able to get more healing supplies and, if they were lucky, rest up a bit. He definitely agreed with Reno's decision about the wolves, though.

He wasn't entirely prepared for Reno's sudden question, somehow having assumed the redhead would have checked it out in his own room before heading over. It made sense to have him check, he supposed, but there was suddenly a lot of very pale back and a ponytail over one shoulder and claw marks that didn't belong to some girl but to a wolf, something they had taken on and taken down together. Setting his bottle down, gloveless (thanks to the wolves, of course) hands carefully brushed over the marks, examining them. "Yes. They're deep, but manageable."