The Heartwood corrupted lungs

Heph listened to Atka contentedly, she hummed along laying next to the white wolf. While she would not turn down a hunt she was curious to see the stream and the fields that Atka mentioned. Heph herself was not much of a healer but she was curious about the heretofore unrevealed talents of the other she-wolf and rolling onto her side she commented idly, voice languid and smooth over her words. "Well I wouldn't turn down a hunt, but I'd be curious to see these fields and I could help with some caches for herbs since those sound just as important as the food." Though Heph usually just rested when she was injured or sick and hoped that whatever it was passed quickly enough for her to hunt for herself next she knew that plants which could ensure a speedy recovery would be helpful in the winter, especially which was a particularly unforgiving season to the ill and frail.