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She was a cute little thing, but he could smell the pack-scent off her coat and knew that even though he had pinched another pack's member for his own crew, this one was not the pirate sort. No matter, his twisted mind was already quick at work as he took a seat and, with a rather unassuming smile, appeared to be a far more benign creature than he in fact was.

"Ferahgo," he answered in turn. "Ye know, it still looks a bit raw t'me, miss, if ye can pardon me for sayin'. One of me matey's is a fine healer, I bet she could help it along some more. I ain't never knowed a wound to heal faster than the ones she treats. Leaves nary a scar, either," he winked, taking a guess that this wolf took pride in her flawless, delicate appearance.