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Emily couldn’t stop the look of worry that crossed her face at the sight of younger woman. “Oh, Cam. What did you do sweety?” She forced the girl to sit, leading her gently to the couch. Emily took off to the hall closet where she kept the most extensive first aid kit sitting on the shelf. She returned to the wolf’s side in an instant and began grabbing out supplies. Witch Hazel, a microfiber cloth, dressings. Emily wasn’t above taking a mothering tone and position. Though with the pack she normally was more verbal and told them how dumb it was to get hurt. Not this time. Today she cleaned the wound and dressed it quietly before looking up at Cami again. “I’m glad you came home. I would have been worried.” Before Emily let her go she added, “You’re all set. You should heal up just fine.”