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Taking his nod as permission, Raven came close enough to study the wounds. They were neither large nor deep, luckily. After meeting his eyes briefly, the yearling pressed her tongue against his flesh and fur and began to clean them. When she was satisfied, she stepped away and motioned for him to follow as she began trotting toward the rendezvous site.

"I keep my medicines in an old badger den there," she explained as they walked. "Will you tell me more about what happened?" Raven then asked, her tone genuinely curious about the details of the altercation.