Grouse Thicket What was her name again

Ezekiel felt as she licked around his paw, cleaning it and preparing to pull it out. She was delicate in her actions, careful not to hurt him. He was glad for this, his healer in his old pack was rough, and it just so happened to be his sister. If you had a thorn in your paw, she'd rip it out no prep and walk away telling you to stop crying about it. Oh he missed Jojo, and Gabe too but they were the only ones. Maybe some day they'd meet again before they died. Thoughts and memories swirled around in his brain he barely even knew she was about to pull it when she did. He winced at the impact, eyebrows narrowed as his paw began to throb. He seethed through his teeth, a low growl emitting from his chest. You could've counted down. He mumbled, always trying to find something to groan about.

She told him to wait while she went to make the poultice, and he grumbled under his breath again. Does it seem like I'm going anywhere? Underneath his frustration, the handsome boy was very grateful for her help. The pretty yearling returned with her odd mixture and quickly applied it to his paw. She told him to take it easy, which he would probably not do, and said it should heal in a couple days. Thank you. He said, sitting there awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what else to say. He should repay her somehow, and by the look and smell of her, she was a lone wolf. During this famine, there wasn't much food going around, and while he had hunted the rabbit to bring back to his new pack, this girl might need it more. Umm, here. You can have this if you need it. He nosed forwards his kill, his defensive stance was no longer.