Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

Silvertongue looked well, and effortlessly made him feel both comfortable and overwhelmed all at once. He’d figured there might be some stiff small-talk, and had assumed that once he’d given them their gift, he’d be kindly waved off so that he could go back to hunting. It seemed instead that she wanted to talk of the pack’s affairs with their neighbours, and he was surprised.

”Oh?” They would have hunters to help, but were expected to help train medics. He shrugged. ”’Fraid I personally can’t help with that much, but uh, I’m assuming one of you knows something about medicines, yeah?” Ash Star might, he thought- he knew so little of Silvertongue and Wren that he had no idea whether they specialized in that knowledge or not. 

Obviously, if she had made that arrangement, one of them must be capable. 

”I’d be glad for more hunters though. Where did you say they were from?” He asked, for clarification.