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When she settled down he raised a brow at her before sighing and laying his head on his paws, absently tracing her wounds with his eyes and going through a list of herbs. Unfortunately his store was far from depleted here, but he knew of some things scattered around Abaven and the neighboring territories that might help. When she spoke he would turn his eyes back to hers, missing nearly all of what she said but catching the gist of it. "Y-you're her f-friend?" He asked softly, expectantly, hopefully. When she asked of his scent he smiled then, sadly, as if he disliked it. "I-it's Sonticus, a-a pack to the N-north. My f-father and the al-alpha there..m-made a deal. I-I was supposed t-to go there f-for the Sp-spring to train in h-healing. I e-extended it t-till the e-end of S-summer. I-I'm just visiting....t-then I'll have t-to go back.." He said softly, stretching his paws out in front of him, missing the feeling of grass. Oh, he hated that boat.

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