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She held out her paw and he examined it. Caracal wasn’t particularly savvy at this kind of thing yet, though he could see that it looked swollen. On a scale of 1-10, how much does it hurt? he queried sympathetically. After all, he knew all too well how agonizing a sprained ankle could be. And how’d it happen? he tacked on, withdrawing a bit to take a seat.

He had forgotten about the other she-wolf entirely, though now he turned his head and angled a smile over one shoulder blade. I’m Caracal, by the way, he said, twisting back to face his would-be patient. I’m Lane’s new apprentice. Has she been looking after this for you? He pointed a toe at the girl’s leg, careful the whole time not to actually touch her.