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Thankfully, neither Ashton nor Elwood (who introduced himself promptly) disobeyed her order. To do so would mean death. Ashton had managed to make it out completely unscathed, though a quick visual inspection made Fox realize that Elwood had not been quite so lucky. At the very least, he had some gashes on his hindquarters, and Fox would see to it that they were cleaned sooner rather than later. Nothing put a wolf down quicker than an infection. It was probably the only bit of healing wisdom that Fox both knew and believed in.

“Fox,” she replied once Elwood had introduced himself. It was only proper to return the favor. When he asked if she was okay, she licked the left side of her lip and tasted the metallic blood that now covered it. The sting was definitely there, and Fox knew it would not be comfortable for quite some time. Still, it wasn't life-threatening, and it wouldn't impede her movement like the tumble down the mountain had. “I’ve been worse,” she said, blinking before turning to Ashton.