Dahozhoni Meadow amarillo by morning

Most of the coyotes she had met sounded kinda funny — some, she couldn’t understand at all — but she’d never met one that talked quite like that. The stranger had some kind of accent, but at least her words made sense.

Brooke felt a sting of indignance. Why would she be collecting all this stuff if she didn’t know what to do with it? But the truth of it was that Brooke’s medicinal knowledge was … lacking, to put it kindly. What she did know, she was incredibly skilled with, but her expertise didn’t extend much past first aid. So she had collected the herbs she knew how to work with, and not much else.

Reluctantly, she said, Well, alright then.