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As the cat met its demise beneath the rapids, Theory heaved a sigh and sat slowly back on her haunches. This would bring her some small comfort. It took her a moment to realize that the blood in the water belonged to Sirius. As he came closer she sprung to her paws and signaled to Alouette to bring her medicine bag. "Yes. We've got new little ones of the ground - so many I can barely keep their names straight. Your once apprentice, Poem, is a mother now." Theo grinned but kept her eyes on the sky, tracking Alouette's return. When the raven arrived she rifled through the bag with her nose and paws, eventually coming up with some soft fibers and a jarred poultice. "Lou, can you dunk this in the water? Not where the cat fell, upstream from there." Who knew what diseases might drive a cat to venture that close to occupied territory.

Alouette grabbed the cotton and hopped upstream before dipping it in the frigid water and returning. "Alright. Let's get you sorted before I send you off to your wife with bad news and a scar," she murmured. Better that he heard about the coup in the north from her before anyone else. "An elder arrived at my borders before the turn of the season. She'd been forced out of Winterfell due to a coup. Acere's daughter has been overthrown by a relative. Ignis. He seems to be, ah, not in his right mind. She told me that he has a violent future in mind for the pack." Leaning in, she carefully dabbed at his cut with the wet cotton.