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Minna shook her head (Perhaps a little violently). "No!" she said to her friends words. "Those are worthy trades, requiring knowledge and perservence. Healers are the back-bone of the pack- without them ,we would all die off much faster" she grinned at the arctic girl. "And of course, we would all starve to death without a few good hunters in the pack" This was especially true now- wolves were dying quickly. She had come across a few corpses on her travels, and was sure places where the locusts had hit harder were worst. The imagined the cannibalism that would probably surface in other places, and suppressed a shudder. How completely disperate you must be, to eat your own kin. But, on reflection of her own thin frame, Minna wondered at the thought.