Sequoia Coast Of broken bones and seaweed

Blue William admitted Ragnar and a former pack mate of hers had a history, but wouldn't say more than that. Julooke understood that he could be fickle about what information was given to who, and so she didn't press the matter any more. She nodded her understanding, and her attention went to the seaweed.

It seemed it wasn't super versatile, but could be eaten if a wolf was hungry enough. She lowered her head to sniff at it, only to end up scrunching her nose and reversing. That did not smell like something she would want to eat, even if she was starving to death. I'll take your word for it, she replied with a grin. She didn't need to prove the other wolf right by taking a taste herself. It seemed it could also be used on bleeding wounds to help stop the bleeding and secure them. How do you store your herbs? she asked. Thistle stored them in seemingly random places pretty much all over the territory, and inside her den. She wondered if this was traditional practice or if each wolf had a different way of doing it.