{Third Person}
Werewolf Clan.
Morning settled quietly over the Alpha Prince's residence.
In a shaded corner of the courtyard, the pet doctor crouched beside the cat, his hands steady as he examined its injured leg. The small creature squirmed at first, letting out a few uneasy sounds, but soon stilled under his careful grip.
"It's not serious," the doctor said after a moment, glancing up at Jasper. "It's just a dislocation. It must have been left untreated for a while."
Jasper nodded.
Without delay, the doctor adjusted his hold and, with practised precision, reset the bone. A soft, sharp sound followed.
The cat let out a startled cry, but just as quickly, it stilled again.
Moments later, it was set back on the ground. It took a cautious step, then another without limping.
The cat let out a small, almost pleased meow.
"It will be fine now," the doctor said, standing up. "Just make sure it eats well for a few days."
Jasper inclined his head. "Understood."
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