your love is gonna drown.

She was patient with him. He appreciated it. He assumed most wolves didn't ask so many questions about their own health care, but he was a curious fellow and he had a knack for learning, even if it were unintentional. She explained the differences between the two plants and he regarded them as she spoke on each one. Agrimony with the yellow flowers. Yarrow with white. He'd study them more on his own time. He'd stolen enough of hers for now.

"Mm," he murmured, turning his nose to sniff the plants, noting their particular flavors. His gaze lifted, glancing at her. His chin, though sore, would no doubt heal nicely and his headache was already starting to dissipate. Dehydration. Perhaps that's what had started his fools errand for the bottom of the gorge to begin with. There was water down there.

"Thank you," he said. He had no more questions and she was thorough in her instruction. "For everything."