Moonspear gone

Sialuk laughed at the image of a wolf's nose shoved into an active beehive, even though the reality would be rather painful. She knew how tempting the sweet taste of honey could be, although it had been some time since she had found any available. The thought of it made her mouth water, and the sage licked her lips.

What have you collected in your time here? the fellow medic asked, genuinely curious to know so that she did not double-up on supplies. And is there anything we are lacking? Sialuk's own knowledge of what they needed on hand was limited only to her own experience, so she wondered if there was something she had missed during her studies.