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[holdmyflower]

[Well, Mal. Today your...cousin? Nephew? The sheepdog you are legally the emergency contact for, suplexed your wife off a set of baseball stadium lights.

Given she's a werewolf, she's alive, but severely unconscious, and they basically brought her back to their house to set down because they don't have any vets on staff and he knows a lot about werewolves, right?

It's gonna be a few hours before she starts to wake up. Close to evening, after much of the...shenanigans have already occurred. He'll know it's about time before she'll actually revert back to a person wherever she's been set down, shortly before she starts to wake up. She probably has the headache of the century.

What do you wish to do?]

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[adjudicated]

[Well. Mal is a licensed alchemist, and he's probably qualified to be a veterinarian's assistant at this point, in his taking care of bark barks. So if she's coming around she's coming around also to a needle in her neck. An unpleasant sensation if there ever was one - big sterile heavy gauge thing.]

There we go, easy does it....