Lion Head Mesa Doves and the boy

The boy could not help but choke on the lump in his throat. He hated Maggie and he still felt his chest twist painfully at her words. She expected she would die. Something foul inside of him wished that to be true. Crowfeather all but gagged at this realization.

Let’s see if we can f-fix some of that pain, alright M-Maggie?

Crowfeather knew poppy seeds would ease pain and help with shock. He imagined that after the battle she had experienced, Maggie was likely in a good deal of shock.

I learned a few things from a very good medicine wolf. I’m hoping we can use the things I learned to save you.

The seer turned to her with a mouth full of mush, a mixture of poppy seeds, thyme, and burnet. It tasted vile and he spat it in front of her snout with a sour expression. Swallow that. It’ll be awful, but I’ll fetch you some food if you can get it down.