Moonspear try the ointment

Disa nodded. He confirmed what the invisible border had already told her. In fact, what remained of Moonspear would diasolve not long after, and Alaric would journey north.

"Do you want to hunt with me, to feed your kin? Some small game, maybe?" Disa pressed, keen to pay her debt. Her tail made a few slow sweeps, brushing against her hocks. "I have another question. It's rather delicate."