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She had never thought of healing in that sense. Her tactic was to find out the problem and solve it; though she had never had field training before. It was an interesting idea. Potema only hummed in contemplation before the loner asked another question.

"Of course." She answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The young pup had never been to other packs, never seen how they ran themselves (though that would change soon). She had assumed that all packs had a healer; it was essential to survival after all. "My mother did, she's our healer."