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Cinar nodded, confirming her guess. Yes, I injured it before joining you all here. He wasn't so sure how much should be shared. He didn't want to give the impression that he was weak. It will heal, it's just bothering me today more than usual. He decided not to mention that it was part of why he had been set against joining the hunt. He had grown to be a bit fearful of deer, particularly the antler-y branch.

Pausing, he waited to see if Towhee would follow. Do you need to rest? He asked, some form of concern coating his brow.

Perhaps he was unfamiliar with the troubles of aging wolves. Could you blame him, though? He had never been around one who had lived as long as Towhee.