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Lane approached the badger den in a roundabout fashion, unsure of exactly where she was going. She was also new to the Glen, and shortly after settling in she had been asked to check over their smallest new addition. Thankfully, the pup she sought out was reclined outside of the den, which made locating her a whole lot easier. 

"Hey kiddo," Lane chuffed softly. Her greeting was somewhat garbled by the medkit in her mouth, but her friendly body language would communicate her intentions well enough. Her tail swung back and forth in wide, easy movements. She slowed her approach, gauging the child's reaction before she drew any closer. 

The familiar scent of fresh blood met Lane's trained senses, and she noted the bright red patches that dotted the child's face, paws, and the snow around her. The child's instincts were good-- despite the mess it made, breaking open the scabs to clean and drain them would aid the healing process.