Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

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Crowfeather’s head jerked back, eyes fluttered in confusion. The remark had disarmed him. The shadow did not understand how a wolf would believe healing herbs could be poison. Furthermore, that he would just lay there for them to be administered to him. 

Confusion faded to something sadder. 

They’re herbs. For healing… His honey warm gaze lifted to the man’s face. Have you never needed healing herbs?