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Nightjar almost told Wildfire what he'd told Peregrine—that wolves didn't need healers, that it was pointless to waste effort on a wolf that might perish and was a weak link in the pack, and that this Ashton fellow was a complete waste of a wolf for pursuing a career he clearly sucked at—but he stayed his tongue. This was their father, and Raven was an aspiring healer, and he didn't need to insult them both in the same breath. Besides, Peregrine's affliction was certainly unfortunate, but even a completely inexperienced wolf like Nightjar could tell that it was far from life-threatening. Peregrine would continue to live and so he didn't need a healer at all in Nightjar's narrow opinion.

"He lied," Nightjar said with finality. That alone was enough reason for Peregrine to be able to beat the crap out of him. Maybe Ashton hadn't meant to, as Wildfire suggested, but maybe he'd done it to make himself seem better at his trade. Whatever the case may be, Nightjar himself would never trust a wolf who lied outright, even by mistake, and like Fox, he was not one to trust healers in the first place. Even Raven would be hard-pressed to get him to take any sort of herbal treatment, let alone a stranger with a track record for misdiagnosing patients.

Wildfire suggested they go hunting and Nightjar shook out his fur and agreed with a hearty rumble. However much he disagreed with his sister on the subject of Ashton and healers in general, it was without ill will and he would always enjoy physical pursuits with her. "I'm okay," he responded. He was too slow and lacked the finesse of true hunters, so more often than not his prey escaped with its life, but he was okay. He'd caught a few things. Rumbling affectionately, he aimed a rough nip at Wildfire's cheek and murmured, "last one to catch something has to..." he paused, pondering it for a while, before saying, "take a mud bath."

It wasn't much of a punishment, because mud baths were absolutely delightful in the heat of summer, and it was far from creative because he wasn't exactly smart, but it was something.