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Slavik had taken down Speedy, and pinned her in the shallows. He stared down at her with a boastful grin, and laughed at her comment. What can I say, I got moves, he joked, his warm gaze fixed on hers. He started to back up off of her to let her up, when he smelled a light metallic tang in the air. Blood. Instantly he got worried, and instead of backing up to let her stand, he began to sniff all through her fur. He would feel horrible if he'd injured her somehow.

Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? he asked, finally pinpointing the smell to a healing scar on her shoulder. It didn't look like something he'd done, and it didn't look bad either, but still he was worried.