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@Jace

She was selfish, but she wasn't heartless. So when Kipling had first discovered Jace beaten up because of his loyalties to the mountain, she had been silently distressed at the news. Not that she could do anything to help, seeing as she hadn't stuck a paw into the trade of healing not once in her short life. So, for the most part, Kipling avoiding him entirely unless it was necessary, because the whole thing had a way of making her uncomfortable, a situation she fervently avoided wit ease and only a pinch full of guilt. But the glimpses she'd gathered he seemed to have been getting better, slowly but surely, and she was grateful for it; knowing vaguely that they did not have a certified healer on the mountain but a few who did happen to dabble in the craft.

After some time she built enough confidence to approach his haunts along the mountain, where his scent seemed more pertinent and dominant to the area. It was easier now to catch him without the presence of Ferdie to distract the causalities she sought with the dark Beta, seeing as their Alpha was constantly preoccupied with the pups, and insisted on being shut off in the den away from the rest of the wolves. Trailing him down with small bouquet of wildflowers clutched between her teeth, she squinted, almost certain she could spot him in the distance but not quite sure it was him since she was currently traveling upwind.