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The she-wolf gave a name in exchange, though their injured counterpart didn't. Wildfire couldn't blame him. He said he could barely move. She wondered at the nature of his injuries. Had someone done this to him? Had he been in a hunting accident? She didn't ask. It wasn't important at the moment and, anyway, it wasn't actually her business.

But he did have the energy to ask a question. Wildfire flashed him a quick smile. "Not anymore. I'm starting a pack in the copse there." She motioned to it, then finally stepped a little closer to both Daivya and her would-be patient. "I wish I could say I had a—" She'd been thinking of Raven, of course, who was an hour's swift gallop from here. But she did have a healer closer at hand, didn't she?

Before Wildfire considered calling for @Corinna, she looked to Daivya. "I have a healer I can call if you'd like some backup. I could help move him but that's all I'm really good for."