Bramblepoint Dump her on a doorstep

Delos didn't think so. The travel had only been in the last few months, before that he thought they would stay in Verapaz forever.

His mother had told him plenty of stories about when she was young, still living with her own parents. Permafrost ground, land that stretched flat for miles, and her massive family who dominated it. They would only stay put for the time it took the youngest litter to grow big enough to watch the hunts, then they would travel with the caribou herds until the next year when another litter came. Leto would light up every time she spoke of her first home, and Delos had to wonder why she ever left.

Aureli soon seemed to find what they were on the lookout for, Delos laying down across from him. A few of the words were difficult to make out with lip reading alone, his ears twitching as though he were straining to pick up a vowel or two. Taking a sniff of the plant, his nose wrinkled at first. The smell wasn't unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar.

So.. he paused, tail managing a single thump behind him. Do I rub it on my burns? He wasn't exactly sure what a poultice was. He had seen Soto rubbing mud and chewed plants into wounds when he was young, and that was his best guess.