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Elwood fought the intense desire to scoop Liffey up into a hug. She was nearly an adult, and while she would always be his baby girl, he had to remember to address her like the young lady she was. But when she admitted in a small voice that she had been attacked by a wolverine, he couldn't stop himself from moving closer.

He leaned in to get a better look at her injuries, though he didn't touch her. The smell of her blood was almost overpowering; already, his mind was racing as he put together a plan. Eljay or Raven would be able to help, and both would be easy to track down. "I'm just glad you're okay," he said, refraining from scolding her no matter how much he wanted to. "You shouldn't have gone so far from home," he wanted to say. "You shouldn't have gone out without our permission," he wanted to add. But he didn't.

"Let's see if we can find Raven and Eljay," he said quietly. Maybe they would be lucky enough to get her patched up before Finley found out what had happened.