Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

Foxglove declined, though her reluctant tone made Wildfire wonder. Nonetheless, she didn't push it. "I'll cache it then," she announced to nobody in particular. She wasn't hungry herself, having helped herself to a stockpile earlier in the day. She just hadn't been able to pass up the opportunity once presented with the muskrat's scent. Most likely she'd drop it off at the store closest to the rendezvous site, so the pups could have a snack later.

"Isn't a foxglove a kind of flower?" she asked conversationally, making no move to act on her immediately previous declaration. "I used to be a bit of a naturalist and my sister was a healer." Well, Raven had been a medic in training. Who knew where she was now or what she was doing? "I remember her mentioning foxgloves in some kind of medical capacity, though I don't recall details."