King Elk Forest Sometimes, she did not know what she feared, what she desired.

He anticipated being countered with a lie, or maybe the summoning of a guard. When she spoke the truth he was stunned. The burly wolf crept closer to her, brow furrowing, and then looked at the patches of exposed plant life she had likely unearthed before he arrived. An herbalist? They weren't rare exactly, but they weren't utilized in the same manner by Tartok. Each wolf of the wasteland knew enough to mend their own wounds and would share general concepts in passing, but none were dedicated solely to the medicinal lifestyle. It struck him as odd that she would be out here alone - and willing to admit it.

Your pack — he remembers what Bat has told him, and picks spontaneously between the two she had mentioned, —Rosings, right?