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Oh, so he would need to go catch a fish for her, then. So picky. Evien rolled his eyes with a small smile and stood up straighter. The stream wasn't too far away; he could get her something and bring it back in less than an hour. Evien dipped his head to her and turned to head off, calling a soft, "Be right back, over his shoulder as he left. 

He would return soon, a trout held between his jaws. It was not large, but would do as a light meal for one wolf. The medic would place the trout at the entrance of the den and stepped back.