Sun Mote Copse so rested he by the tumtum tree

Bronco frowned when Sugar humbly denied the fact that she was basically a medic. Medic, medic-in-training...They had the same word in them, meaning, to Bronco, that yes, she had some training, was learning, and could practice a bit. She diagnosed herself as more or less still fit, and though Bronco didn't doubt that she was alright, he was still concerned. He was rattled, and a bit angry, that something had nearly hurt his cousin, andhe cast a glance back toward the river that would have boiled it, had he been able to see it from where they were. He gazed softly back at Sugar, who had also turned her gaze back in that direction, and he sighed softly. Thank goodness nothing had happened to her. She was the only wolf in the pack that he actually liked. 

He felt bad that she'd lost the plants she'd been collecting, and before she even invited him, he'd already decided that he would have to offer to help her out. "Of course." He said. "Just...Let's stay away from the river?" He asked, not wanting her to go anywhere near it in case it tried to reach out and grab her again. He hadn't forgiven it for its tumultuous wrath yet. "You're gonna hafta show me what plants are good, though," He said, with a small smile. "Cause they all kinda look the same to me," He said, exaggerating slightly. He'd come to associate flowers with Sugar, given the fact that she had chosen to use them to decorate the graves of their fallen family members, and now she was using them as medicine as well.