Heron Lake Plateau Rock and a hard place.

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Raven didn't know what "Tartok" meant, though she guessed it was a family name of some sort. The woman insisted she wouldn't desert them, but if there was still any doubt, Niamh's thinly-veiled threat was enough to make any reasonable wolf reconsider the gravity of the situation. The Redhawks were tired of being taken advantage of. This was not a community health center with a revolving door and cost-free services. This was a wolf pack, and Raven was done dispensing her resources and knowledge to outsiders who didn't care to give anything in return for the help.

She nodded her approval at Niamh's statement, and then spoke, "If you're truly willing to join us and lend your strengths to our pack, then I'll be glad to take care of that shoulder for you. If not, I'll tell you what you need to treat it yourself." It was time for a choice to be made, and the ball was in Ikkuma's court.