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The transmission of information had been slow and quiet, but Jackalope had eventually learned that one of his packmates had become quite ill; and while he knew next to nothing about her condition, he did remember the woman, though he'd never thought much of her considering the way they'd met. Still; when he heard there was concern about her well-being, he rolled his eyes, and left the forest to hunt out in the open- just far enough from the newly claimed Glen to be safe- and brought home a rabbit. If nothing else, it could at least be said that he'd done one kind gesture for a packmate.

This Miriam wolf was perhaps the one woman in the pack (aside from his sister, naturally) that he hadn't tried to woo, if nothing else than simply because of the foolish grudge he harboured against her for taking that brat Caerus' side after the psychopathic child nearly drowned him in the river. So, he thought her gullible and weak in constitution, and naive enough to believe a child's lies as Caerus had attempted successfully to cover up his attempted murder. He'd avoided the both of them- both the piebald child and the lilac-tinted female, but now he figured he might as well try to be a decent packmate, and bring something for her.

The rabbit fell out of his mouth when he caught sight of her within the den he'd been directed to. Skin and bones and dry, dull fur, and he took a step back, inhaling sharply to see if there was any trace of disease that hung about her. And while he could smell nothing that might be of concern to him, he could tell easily that something was eating away at her, probably from the inside. He tried his best to relax, though the fur down his spine still bristled slightly as he moved forward and nudged the rabbit up to her mussle with his snout. “Here.” He grunted, and sat down. “Eat.”