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WC: 395 OOC: If I got anything on wounds being patched up wrong, let me know, I know you’re still in progress to his battering, <3

Amata had been missing the ocean for some time, she’d spent most of her days in the eclipse, where most of the animals hid and homed, and where they were most likely to get injured, though she found herself more inland, but always stuck close to Crimson dreams as much as she could even though she wasn’t always there. Now she was and now she wanted to see it again, she had found her feet moving to that great spot for a good look at the water moving to and from the earth that it seemed to want to grab and hold onto so dearly. She let the cold breeze whisk through her lightly colored fur as she stood just out of reach of the sea, just until the water lapped at her toes a little… then she moved, her eyes catching sight of something she didn’t see before… it was a boat. It looked as though it was ready to be launched out into that same water that was washing closer and closer to it as the tide came in, but in her thoughts, she doubted it would go to sea soon. She moved closer and soon noticed, she was not alone, there stood a grey figure, one she hadn’t seen in so long… well she rarely had much of an interaction with her uncle, but that made it no less of a happy reunion.

Uncle Ehno!

She called out, hurrying her steps to him, seeing as she was moving closer, that he had sustained a newly healing wound… or two, she had an eye for such a thing, but to know exactly where would mean she was some kind of god. She looked him up and down with concern. Well she could see that he’d been patched up, possibly by her sister, but there could have been another that did as well.

It’s good to see you, but what happened?

Right now she was oblivious to his own plans to set out on a fishing trip, her concern was only on the shoulder that had been patched up, it seemed the most obvious of his injuries. She was now in her healers mind wondering if it had been broken, bitten, wounded in some way… it made her wonder if the wound had been treated properly, but she wouldn’t know, not yet at least.

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