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Artaax watched her closely as she responded. He saw the wince flash across her face and was swift to note which ankle it was she had stepped down upon almost simultaneously with the jolt of pain. He peered down at that ankle now, redirecting his frown to it instead of to Furi's face. His ears twitched at her explanation - she fell off a cliff. That sounded about right. But it didn't actually answer his question.

The young wolf shook his head slowly, his gaze steady upon her face now as he asked once again, "What happened?" His voice was softer this time, and there was less judgement on his face. Only curiousity, and something one might have called concern if they didn't know him well enough. Or, if they knew him better than any.