Larksong Grotto and the snakes start to sing

He claimed to have soaked it in the lake water, but the uneasy mask of worry didn't leave her face-as a trained healer, she knew that stagnant water would have done very little to clean the wound. She was careful in her protest, softspoken as she'd ever been in her life. Her full faith was in their God, but she knew the facts of what happened to injuries left alone-if he didn't keep this wound clean, it could infect. Did Raas protect his followers from such things?
                 "A-Are you sure you don't want a little marigold poltuce? Its no trouble to find a little flower.... It might scar, Phares."

Phares seemed much less happy about her next question, and began to say something-just to cut off. This brought Nova's blackened brow to a furrow, and she wasn't ready to let it go so easy. These words were more confident-laced with anger that they dared to speak against the Larksong Grotto.
                                      "What did they say?"
A pack east of here? The only pack she knew of close was Sleeping Dragon-both from Grace and their closeness to the Grotto-and Nova nodded. Surely, it was the same pack that Grace told her drove out Pheonix Maplewood, the one Reek-er, Hiram- had tried to make a deal with.
                                                         "The Sleeping Dragon wolves, yes-they're savages. It would be wise to keep away from them-What did they say of us?"