Moonsong Glacier folklore

Aminthe nodded. It's almost healed. Thank you. She knew the other woman must have seen her scabbed-over wounds. They must look horrific right now, though not as bad as when they first happened. 

She smiled, her gaze falling to the other wolf's favored leg. And you? Are you all right? She was still learning how plants could be used to heal, so it wasn't like she could do much, but she couldn't help but be concerned. The stranger seemed kind, and Aminthe knew how lucky she was to have run into someone who asked after her wounds rather than adding to them.