"Right," Katara said. She could tell that this needed to be handled delicately. The wolf was not someone who wanted to be dandied.

"I'll try to help it," Katara said. "If it requires intensive help, I'll have to take you to the hut."

She closed her eyes and started to concentrate on the wound to the shoulder. She was glad, in certain ways, that bloodbending was easier thanks to Hamma. She could feel her way to the bullet itself: she actually felt the difference between water and blood and the metal itself, biting into the blood. She concentrated on getting it out, binding the skin at the same time to prevent bleeding. After a few minutes, she heard the plink of the first bullet, and she exhaled. This was harder than she thought.

"How...are you feeling?" Katara asked through gritted teeth.