Lion Head Mesa but i won't do that

He shook his head, beginning to follow her instructions as needed. The water was murky from their disturbance; it was strange to not see his paws when he plunged them down, raking up the necessary herbs from the water.

No herbs, Vasya told her. Prayers only.

The greenery was piling up, but he turned to Tavina at one point with an inquisitive look. Prayers needed? he asked. He knew the Akashingo wolves were religious—not of his faith, of course, but still attuned to their gods. 

But he would pray to his gods, anyway, if it would help.