Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

Her lips pursed at his statement. He did seem to be pretty far gone for saving—and she felt a quirk at the corner of her mouth, despite the sad circumstances for the man before her. “Dying men don’t usually think they can be saved,” she hummed softly, and took a pace forward, gaze studying him.

“Mind if I...?” She gestured a paw, requesting his permission to inspect him more closely—to touch him. “When I say my pack, I mean I’m the pack healer. I’m not in a position to accept your offer,” she informed him quietly.