don't bother with the trace,

The healer's voice held a tinge of pride as he told Kaname of his experience in the field of healing. The ice-eyed wolf didn't blame him for being so proud; he was probably one of the only wolves in Teekon Wilds to boast of such skill and age. "I will." he promised. He seemed a better healer than the toxicologist anyways.

With that, the old healer began bringing the sow to his head. It was obvious from his gait that he was in pain, but if the male insisted that he was well, then by all means the dark wolf would leave him alone. He bundled the little kits together, and once he counted five, he picked them up by their paws. Barely keeping them in his mouth, he headed off towards his little den where he would prepare some of them for the pack, and keep the others for himself.