"Sharak?" Shit, if Sharak finds out about this he'll never hear the end of it! "You can't just...?"

The lead wolf -- the wound on its face already healed -- lunges forward, great jaws snapping and spattering Gojyo with stinging, blight-raising spittle. He curses fluidly under his breath and swats the wolf back with the sharp edge of the blade. The little pain caused by the blade isn't going to hold them back for long, he notes grimly, and mentally gives in.

"She's in the index," he offers at last, defeated. "Sharak Sanzo, with the sha for gauze." If the wolves want to eat him before she shows up to save his ass, he'd really be okay with that.