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Well, wasn't she just the most adorable thing ever? Lane didn't really consider herself much of a puppy-person, but for some reason this one was particularly endearing. 

Ryn didn't seem put off in the least, so Lane continued her approach. She dropped the medkit on the ground before she spoke.

"I'm Melaine, but you can call me Lane," she answered, lifting a brow humorously. "So.. I was hoping we could maybe help each other out, Ryn."

In addition to going by shortened versions of their full names, the two had something else in common. Lane lifted her right paw and turned it over, so the pad was facing upwards. Lane's pad was cracked as well, but instead of blood it leaked an icky-smelling white puss. Her puncture wound had healed very poorly, thanks to the hard traveling during the blizzard.

Lane wrinkled her nose dramatcally, drawing attention to the putrid smell. "You've been doing a good job taking care of yourself, Ryn. Me, not so much. I didn't get enough rest, and mine got infected." Lane watched the child's reaction, wondering if anything she was saying might pique her interest. Lane's parents had instructed her to do this with all of her younger siblings-- to use every opportunity as a teaching moment.