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"Thanks, miss," said the young he-wolf, pulling a small chunk from the elk, "What's your name, anyway?" he asked after he swallowed. His very long, bushy black tail tipped with starkly contrasted white whisked across the ground behind him.
Osprey had a tin can in her mouth, one that had been discarded by a human campsite nearby hat Osprey happened upon whilst looking for medicinal plants. She jogged to the river and filled the can to the brim before carefully walking back to Snowpack and entering the dank medicine den, and pouring half of the contents over Lion's wounds and the other half over Eeve's. When both were cleansed, she coated a paste of Poppy, and Comfrey over Eeve's leg and Lion's many gashes.