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The wife of the white giant, who Reki had not caught the name of despite his time with the warring wolves, had slipped away from the makeshift camp. He had seen her being treated by Ashlar; by now, she had pulled the treatments from her wounds and the boy caught her obsessively licking at some of the remnants.

Oh, no! He burst forth and hurried to her side. Um, that's -- don't do that!! Please. His ears were slanted, his tail somewhere between a friendly wag and a nervous curl. Reki wasn't the most talkative person around the adults and he had become accustomed to working alongside his mentor without asking too many questions. It felt wrong to try and force the adults to do anything!

Here, can I... Can I try to help? He let out a small whine, hot-stepping around the woman's flank.