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The call immediately sets off alarm bells, and Aibreann is quick to drop what she's doing with her herbs in favor of investigating. Others have already gathered by the time she arrives, all familiar faces to her. Yet it is the unfamiliar face that draws her attention; the youthful visage so drawn and grey in death it takes her a moment to realize how young he'd truly been. Her heart clenches, stomach churning. She takes in a breath, sets her feelings aside, and steps forward to address the leader, not as a packmate but as a medic. Mal, She says quietly, speaking quickly but calmly. You need to get the others out of here. There is nothing to be gained but further trauma and grief from seeing him like this. Let me clean him up, get him ready for a proper burial.