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Towards home she went, as she had originally intended before the pair of wolves got distracted by the possibility of an easy meal. But easy it was not. Still, worth the effort if they had been able to get some of it home, at least for Vallkyrie who had a pack filled with many young wolves yet to have the skills for much successful hunts on their own. However, she hadn't anything to show for savor slices of torn skin down her foreleg. It was sore and when she was sure there was enough distance between her and the badger she turned around. Vein was not behind. 

She stands, injured leg lifted as she pants heavily, pale blue eyes seeking out the large white wolf in the tall grasses. Soon, he appeared, a large chunk of meat in his jaws. Kyr couldnt help the smirk which pulled at her mug. 

Settling down the meat, he accessed her gaze, for awhile and in doing so Vallkyrie shifts her leg back. He stands direct then, asking if she would allow him to dress her wounds by a cache he had not far. Your a healer? A more rhetorical question then anything. If he was often a loner perhaps he had the need to learn for his own survival. And then she adds, No, I'll be fine until I make it back to my pack. We've a healer in our ranks. She informed and denied him together. Soon medicines will be much harder to find and I'd hate to use your supply.