The Tangle Arpiqsiaputiq

What a stupid question. "Is he wounded? Use your critical thinking." He held back his usual insults; after all this wolf had just helped him out of quite the prickly situation.

"I couldn't tell you the names, but my ma' used to bring home a bundle of herbs whenever someone got a fever - they're drilled into my head by now." He grunted, tail flicking to the side.

"Illnesses are a pain though, not everything can be treated the same way. You would need to know more - probably."