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She considered howling but noticed a pale figure in the distance, likely patrolling the borders. Instead, Sugar remained silent and waited. As the stranger came closer, she realized it was no stranger at all; it was Praimfaya herself. She was a little surprised, though she didn't know why. The she-wolf had survived quite the mauling and walked herself home at the end of the day. She was made of strong stuff.

"Hello, Praimfaya," she said, dark eyes immediately pinning on the woman's wounds, which looked like they were healing nicely, turning into fresh scars for her collection. "I came to see how you were doing. I know you don't know me well but I fancy myself a 'nomedic'... it's my job to travel around and check on my patients." Her lips pulled into a smile. "So, how are you feeling?"