Whitefish River I am sometimes more doubt than man

What a strange thing the body was. It had defense mechanisms Dragomir would never have thought of on his own, and yet those same defense mechanisms could be its undoing in the right circumstance. The cytokine release from the body that kicked the immune system into gear was also capable of sending it into shock, shutting down its organs and killing its host. Medicine was a delicate balance … and it would be quite some time before Dragomir was able to understand all parts of that balance.

That's cool, murmured the juvenile, impressed with Speedy's knowledge and ability to heal alike. He didn't think he would be able to just pick a bunch of plants and pit them against some wolf's infection and succeed. That's where years of practice came in, he guessed. How do you know what plants work best together? He was still thinking of it like a hunter. You had your chasers, your ambushers, your big hitters … how did you know which plants served which purpose best?

And, lingering unspoken on the tip of his tongue, a second question: can they not work well together?