Sunbeam Lair Wind

I see, the wolf hummed, appraising Kirain with an appreciative eye. His companion grew on him each day. Her wonder and innocence drew from him a protectiveness he did not feel for many others, and the knowledge she expounded now reaffirmed the ever-expanding possessiveness he felt over her and her qualities.

Of course, he could not allow himself to become too attached. Fate always took as much as it gave, and only time would tell if her bond to him would deepen as his had to her.

Do you see any of those plants here? Yarrow, goldenrod… ah, what was the last one? He tried to keep up, but a medic’s wealth of knowledge took much more than a single reference to ingrain. He sniffed towards a furred leaf that smelled of sweet frost. It was the first plant Kirain had identified in this hollow. You called this one peppermint. What does it do?