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The Warlords eyebrow twitched a few times as the healer spoke about the training of the young pups, and the issue of their size. Basilisk especially. There was a hint of amusement on his lips, and his voice was dry when he spoke. "There childhood training is much lighter then my own was, but I'll keep it in mind" he promised, having churned out two litters of his own that had grown without issues. Nonetheless... "It is your due as a healer to voice these concerns, and I'll charge you with keeping an eye on their... growth plates. Measure them regularly, or whatever you need to do. If you hit any issues, report them immediately." He ordered of his healer, putting her in charge of the problem she had reported. Of course, the training of the pups wasn't likely to change any time soon... unless she found an issue.

"Hmm." He mused, not dismissing her next question with simple comforts either. He knew he had a habit of overlooking his healers, and it was an issue he was beginning to work on. The greatest issue was - the Warlord did not know what and how much work a healer needed to be doing in order to thrive, and benefit the pack the most. "I would like you to conduct a physical examination on all wolves in the pack. Start from the highest, and make your way down. I don't believe everyone has been checked since the Long Night. Er, you can skip me, however" he added as he grabbed a cup and the tea she had brought, serving them both a helping of it.