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Magic looked to be about the only thing that could heal that kind of wound. Fox furrowed her brow, wondering if Dove would be ok. Perhaps if they’d had a more talented medic in their ranks… not that Magpie and Raven weren’t talented, but something told Fox that even the most talented of healers couldn’t fix everything. It was part of the reason Fox had been so wary of them to begin with. These thoughts she kept to herself, not wishing to rain on anybody’s parade.

"Yeah, c’mon, sis." Fox would do her best to support Dove if and when Peregrine needed a break. She trusted the others to watch over the children. They were part of the pack, after all, and Fox trusted each and every one of them to do no harm. All of them had been here for the terrible thing that had almost happened to Wildfire, and she knew they’d be on high alert.

Once they got Dove somewhere suitably quiet and out of the way, Fox would go back to the kill and eat her fill.