Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

Five didn’t seem like a lot, but he trusted the wolf’s judgement. 

He ate them all in one go. The taste was just as sweet as it was bitter, and he wrinkled his nose, feeling his mouth become wet with fresh saliva. 

They were difficult to swallow, but he did so, wishing he’d had water to rinse the flavor out. 

He had to sit with it for a moment, wondering if his stomach was about to reject it. But all that came up was a burp, which reminded him of the flavor. 

”’scuse me. It’s rough on the way down,” he said, giving a sheepish smile.