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Peggy started slightly in surprise, pausing a second halfway through her scrambling out of her pack to throw him a blinking, confused glance. How did he know her name? A moment later she chided herself for her own stupidity. He must know other Destructions, probably Shaye, and recognized the markings beneath her eyes. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he offered her his injured leg.

Solemnly she examined it without touching. "I'm guessing it was no rabbit you tangled with," she said in a dry joke, smiling at him to take any sting out of the teasing. She worried at her lip, though, staring at his foreleg. It did not look good, and she didn't have any faith in her ability to get it to heal without a scar - though it didn't look like he had damaged the tendons, which was a relief.

She blew out a sigh to ready herself, then firmly pressed a paw on an uninjured shoulder. "Lay down, please, I need to clean both wounds and it's going to hurt. It looks like you've been walking on this for a bit and it's too dirty to bind up like this. Besides, you are much too tall for me to reach your shoulder without it."

Laying down herself without waiting for him, she carefully took his foreleg between her own forepaws, leaving him to sit or lay down as he would. Carefully, she set out licking the wound clean of dirt from travel, trying to ride the line between being gentle enough not to cause unnecessary pain and firm enough to clean it thoroughly. She'd pour a disinfectant over it as well, but she wanted to get it as clean of debris as possible first.