Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

The girl flexed and moved her leg, which was a relief to Raven. Sometimes it was easy to mistake a sprain for a fracture, but the healer didn't think she'd have been able to move her wrist like that if she'd broken it. She was glad to hear that it was already on the mend, and she nodded with approval. "It's not too terribly swollen, which is good. Give it a few days and see how it feels." She looked up at Niamh, concern clear in her golden eyes. Ever since becoming alpha, Raven had found a vast reserve of caring and compassion in her for her packmates that she didn't think she'd possessed before. She'd always had a vast amount of love for her companions, but that was magnified tenfold now that she was their leader. They were hers more than ever before, now. "If it doesn't get any better, or if it swells up more or starts to hurt too much, be sure to come see me, okay?"

While she was close to Niamh and examining her ankle, Raven detected an unmistakeable scent on the girl. She'd seen Screech recently, which filled the healer with a mixture of concern and bitterness. Unable to stop herself, she mentioned it as she withdrew, "So how's Screech doing?"