Armand glanced up at her for a moment before redirecting his gaze back down at the clipboard.<br/>"do you know what an aerial gunner is? It's a kind of poacher that use helicopters to gun down wildlife, with assault or long rifles usually, and then land to collect the bodies. In some situations this is legal, but they have been gunning down entire pack of endangered wolves recently, only to take one or two kills back, or they just pull the teeth and leave the corpse behind to rot."<br/>he paused for a moment as he stood, flipping to a specific page.<br/>"This one's entire pack had tracking bracelets on, they were part of a captivity group released here a few months back. Out of the twelve, this one was the only one to survive. He's suffered a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, the bones were shattered by the impact, and he had almost bled to death by the time tamber got to him last night."<br/>He started towards a side door opening it and holding it for her before stepping in. The dying animal was laying in a fairly large cage, eyes closed and taking pained, shallow breaths.<br/>"I think he's lung shot. With money not being a concern, do you think his situation is salvageable?"<br/><br/>Armand looked at her, waiting for a response. He had no idea how capable she was, but he knew for a fact that he couldn't do anything. Even though wind magic was considered an extension of white magic by some, he had a grasp on the healing arts on par with a newborn.