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She went up and sat down again. "Amber," she repeated herself. The snag felt alot better than before, so she stopped fiddling with it. It was a bad habit of hers to over-tend her wounds. She had been doing it for as long as she could remember. It still embarrassed her when she was around anyone. She grinned as she recalled the first time she tried to catch a squirrel as a pup, but it ended up with it scratching her leg. She had been caught by her old packmate when he was out patrolling. Probably licking it for hours that day. She remembered herself being paranoid by the first sight of blood.