Stavanger Bay Knight Unending

The female's agitation and nervousness made Mordred wary. He had coughed up blood before, a few times in fact, and he was still well. There was not much for the female to be worried about. And yet, she ran off, clearly looking for something. She smelled of a healer, like Lady Thistle Cloud. They had very similar scents indeed, especially the presence of Ragnar's scent on their pelts.

The gray-furred female ran back with a root in her maw, dropping it before him and explaining to him what it was: birthroot. He sniffed it warily before following the female's instructions and chewing it until he winced at the bitter taste. When he began to salivate the knight swallowed, licking his chops in an effort to rid himself of the bitter taste. "Thank you, my Lady."