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When Raven mentioned Tiger by name, Wildfire's heart squeezed again. That answered her question, though; her sister was definitely pursuing the medical profession. With all the Warriors and Wardens popping up around the caldera, the pack definitely needed a Healer. The red pup's dark tail waved, a bit harder when Raven promised to patch her up in the event that she got hurt again. Seeing as Wildfire didn't even require a second party to sustain injuries (she could be such a klutz!), this was definitely good to know.

Speaking of which, she had managed to scuff her hip earlier today by running downhill too fast and losing control. "Can your plants help with this?" Wildfire wondered genuinely, turning broadside so Raven could see the scrape on her right buttock. The fur had been shorn away in the impact and the exposed skin was not only torn slightly but also bruised bright red. Like a baseball player sliding roughly into home, she had managed to give herself a strawberry.