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"Shame they landed a hit on me..." Ghost muttered as she strolled into the leafy camp. Everyone was asleep except for the elders who sat around a fire, drawing shapes with ash-dipped paws. Ghost often wondered if it hurt them and hoped she wouldn't find out. Who dips their paws into the fire? When they saw her they let out yips of praise that they were alive, waking up most of the camp. "Did you doubt the fact that I would survive?" Ghost said irritably with a little hint of humor. "My child is safe! I think...someone get that shoulder looked at!" Her father, Rock, approached; blended in with foliage of the camp. The medicine wolf zoomed over but Ghost directed her elsewhere. "See the others first, they may have wounds." She said stoically.