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Kassander had been reluctant to leave Dagmaer, but he was hardly the only healer capable of keeping an eye on her, and he was only a howl away if her condition worsened. But for now she was sleeping, so he'd left her with some clay jars filled with water if she was thirsty, and had retreated to his den to remedy some of the mess from the necessarily rough treatment when Rommel dug through things to find the needed treatments. Bitter salts and charcoal were hardly the most well-used remedies, after all, so they'd been tucked away. As a result, many more commonly used herbs had been (carefully, so as to not ruin them) strewn across the hides that covered the sick-room floor in the fox's quest to find them. He had just finished righting the room and was puttering around fussing with things in an effort to keep himself busy when a howl summoned the pack together. It was Chaos, who had been accompanying Karabela and Birna on the trail of Dagmaer's poisoner.

His ears pricked at the sound, but when it sank in that it was Chaos, with not a peek from Karabela, his brows drew together in worry. Was something wrong with Karabela or Birna that the more junior warrior was calling the pack together? Was someone else hurt?

But Chaos' summons, while commanding, wasn't urgent, so Kassander pushed his fears down and trotted out of the cave towards the call. Getting there, he found Chaos on a rock, alone. Qualm was already there, and - so Kassander was worried to see - so was Dagmaer. With a gasp of faint censure, the auburn male hurried over to fuss over his patient. "You shouldn't be up yet, Dagmaer," he frowned at her, carefully lending her his strong shoulder to lean on since she was there anyway.