Moonspear The Pale Skier

Step by step, the two sisters finally made it to the levee of the lake, away from its slippery frozen surface. As Korei settled onto her side, Lyra pulled away and shook out her coat, reaching over to quickly groom the thick fur at her neck. She wasn't particularly vain per say, but she wasn't a fan of looking unkempt.

Her notched ear swivelled to listen as the injured girl spoke, and Lyra turned to her with a tilt of her head. Pyx. She vaguely remembered the name. What intrigued her, though, was the mention of raspberry leaves. She had not heard of such a thing. While giving herbs to Terance once, he spoke of blackberries, and Lyra had wanted to try mixing the two together to alleviate the bitter taste of the medicinal plants. The fact that a plant already existed that both tasted good and was help medically, though, piqued her interest.

"And they helped with the pain?" Lyra questioned. "Are there any in Moonspear?"