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Nyra could feel his gaze on her, burning, and still at least mildly suspicious. 
At his question, she spat his blood to the side and sat up to answer, "I plan to clean your wounds, and try to make a paste with some mashed herbs and some thicker mud to hold everything in place." 
The moon-lit female glanced at his face and inhaled deeply "The panther you faced, was it a female? If so, she was likely protecting her cubs, which may be why she felt threatened." She stood then, rummaging through the immediate plant growth to see if she could find anything familiar with healing properties. She sighed, noting she might have to look around the area and maybe a little further to find the plants she had in mind. Her grandmother, once a medic before her alpha status, had taught Nyra a little about plants and what would work to heal in case the then-8-month-old she-wolf found herself in a predicament.