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Finally, his mother was finished poking and prodding his wounds, and put away all the extra stuff. Then she proceeded to explain that, wounded or not, it was his responsibility to follow through with the injured cougar and be certain it was gone completely. The way she glared at him, he thought she expected him to whine or argue about it, but he just nodded. He didn't care that he was wounded, and it made sense to him, so why would he argue about it? Clearly she was waiting for him to take the lead on it, so he dropped his head to get the cougar's scent - made especially obvious because of the blood trail, and moved to follow it.

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