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After a few moments, the sharp pain lessened; Keoni's brows raised as she wondered if she'd done something right on her first try. She poked the leaves again, drawing in their scent and committing to memory their shape. Pain relief. She poked at the wound, cleaning away the blood, half wondering whether or not to purposefully let it get infect. She winced at the thought, for that seemed to dwell into far more dangerous territory. Besides, she could always treat it with marigold (probably)-

She twisted as a low growl had her hackles bristle a moment, before recognizing a pack mate. She suddenly felt oddly guilty, but surely her experimentation was for the good of science. The packmate - ook? rook? - moved closer with a nervous set of her muzzle. Keoni chuffed, tail wagging softly behind her and ears pricked, light gaze falling a moment on the darkened optics of the other. She sought to convey that all was fine; even though her odd guilt had not quite gone away.