Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

Grayday wasn't sure how much of the honey there was, but he knew it would be better to ration it than to go for the quick fix right away. He understood Forrest's urge to 'make it better', as he possessed a very strong instinct for that as well, but there were bound to be more serious cases than his own.

"We should save it," he said to the older woman. "We're a large pack, and I don't have it as bad as Sorrel does. I probably got the kids sick as well, and Cat - we might need it later on." Especially if Cat whelped this year. He hoped she'd avoided the sickness, but they slept awfully close together and were fond of sharing bodily fluids, so he was planning for the worst, there. Lavender, too, would be at risk with her thin pelt. He'd have to keep a careful watch over his more vulnerable girl.

"I don't have anything to carry it in. We probably shouldn't put it in a pelt," he said with a little sigh. "Maybe if we keep it in the snow, it'll keep the dirt off?" He wasn't above a bit (or a lot) of dirt in his food, but he felt that medicines ought to be kept clean.