Dragoncrest Cliffs The Sea Whispers, and I heed her call.

mobile so slow going.

it does. My mother swore by it. Said sometimes the salt helped too. His mind swung to his tiny mother and a soft wave of grief hit him. She had taught him everything he knew about healing. She had known more besides. Sometimes he wished he would have listened longer, held on tighter, but alas the time was long since past, and he refused to regret things and decisions that shaped him. He shook his head and listened.

He made a soft noise. we used sharp sticks or broken prey bones. He wasn't sure if she did it differently or not. You would break your teeth if you tried. He supposed you could drop it in a hot spring, but they were not entirely abundant around her.

I'd be glad to share my knowledge. It's not as extensive as my mother Thistles, but it is enough kept me alive a few times.