Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

Grayday lumbered carefully after the strange shewolf, still not quite sure what to think of her. His opinion was further lowered when she didn't seem to know of the common remedies - the male assumed that all children learned them from their mothers. "Yew bark and yarrow," he said after a slight pause. "My mother used to give it to us to chew when we had wet lungs. The yew to help keep the coughing down, and the yarrow to strengthen the lungs." He hoped that Forrest would keep this in mind, if she intended to be a wetnurse.

He'd not heard of using bees to cure coughs, and more than that, he wasn't sure they'd find any bees around this time of year. He was willing, however, to bear with the woman. He felt as though he'd been fairly critical of her already, and like maybe he owed her a bit of faith before he wrote her off entirely.

He said nothing on Cat - there was nothing more to say, really. She was amazing, and that was a given. On Dauntless, however, gave a wag of his tail. "He's a good boy. They're all good," he agreed. The five of them did him proud - although, he hoped they would all grow up to be a little more like Dawn.

There was a loud splat, and a familiar scent reached Grayday's nose, clogged as it was. Realization washed over him with equal parts relief. "Oh, god. I thought you wanted the bees," he said with a little laugh. "But you're after the honey, right?"