So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

He lay with his injured forepaw stretched out before him, and his other cupped lightly around the tea. He glanced at it as Halo asked, and shrugged carefully. “It’s fine, really” he promised. And it mostly was, now that it was patched up, relaxed, and the drugs she had given him still coursing through his veins.

He grinned as her racoon returned with two pelts, one that went around the healers shoulders, and the other the little critter wrapped up in. ‘Handy” he commented idly as he took the last sip of his tea and pushed it gently aside. “So, do you often camp out in your patients' den?” he asked, a touch of curiosity in his voice. Most healers he knew brought the injured wolf into their den. But then, Halo was tiny, and he was a lot bigger. Maybe her den just wasn’t big enough.

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