Steve gives you a hand and helps you back up to your feet, but almost immediately your ankle gives way.
"Whoa, you alright?"
"Yeah, it's just... just got to tie my shoelace. You go on ahead, I'll catch up in a sec."
You feel it best not to worry him about what's probably just a little sprain or something, but while he jogs on ahead, you kneel down to get a look for yourself at just what caused that little stumble. You're surprised to see blotches of black latex, shaped roughly like the claws of the wolf that had grabbed you there. At first you're concerned about what it might mean, but then you think of something else: what about Steve? If he finds out, he might think you're going to turn on him. Worse, he might think you already have. Besides, it's just a few little blotches. No big deal, you can handle it.
"Hey, you coming?" You look up to see Steve standing above you, and quickly pull down your pantleg to conceal the mark.
"Yeah, I'm good."
Rising to your feet, you find them stable. The ankle feels a bit strange, and that's probably what made you stumble before, but it only takes a few seconds before you aren't noticing it anymore and the two of you can get on with dealing with the problem at hand.