Arrow Lake you're just another brick and i'm a sledgehammer

The voice that reached her was apologetic in tone, if not obscenely kind. River snorted, attempting to force herself to calm down and listen without overreacting. It was a difficult process in her vulnerable state, so she was quiet for a long moment after the wolf — Thyme, he'd said — had stopped speaking.

Though she would typically have no qualms with using others for her own benefit, she was reluctant to accept anything from someone she didn't know at this time.

I'm not taking herbs from a stranger, she asserted, wincing as she quietly repositioned herself to create a barrier between her whelps and the denmouth. Her delirium had almost completely washed away, now replaced by adrenaline-fueled awareness. But I will accept fresh meat. Since he was so eager.