Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

It was not completely lost on Imaq that her broken speech made it hard to communicate some concepts. She shot the doe-pelted agouti an awkward smile, tuliped auds of speckled buttermilk fluttering back in silent apology as Lane sought to fill the gaps in their language barrier. "Oh, yes," she chirped in agreement to the healer's addition, beaming at the other woman with a hint of excitement. It had just been so long since she had others to speak medicine with. 

"The leaves," the shepherd answered easily with a little nod. "But both heal the coughs," she added, the words a light interjection -- as if revealing a fun fact -- as she gestured between the lilac blooms of the lavender and catmint alike. "Water and sleep good too," the cur recommended. The coughing diseases were common in the arctic and she had seen more than one wolf quarantined due to the illness.