Bramblepoint Dump her on a doorstep

Aureli gave a single nod and said, "Just so," the faintest hint of crisp approval in his tone. He carefully plucked the plant, leaf by leaf, until they had a small pile.

"You chew it," he said, standing once more, "Until it is a thick pulp. Then you can ask a friend to put it on you, or you can roll in it. It just needs to reach your skin."

Less of a problem for Delos and his apparently thin coat than for other wolves Aureli had treated. But he suspected that the boy's coat would thicken if he were to get someplace cooler and allow his skin to heal. This was a step in the right direction. And, on that note:

"We should get you back in the shade," he noted, looking up to see the height of the sun. They were not yet in the heat of the day, but Aureli was wary of returning Delos in anything less than perfect condition. Or, at least, as perfect condition as he'd found him in. "We'll take this with us. Our next plant grows beside rivers. Know where we can find one of those?"

He picked up the plantain, prepared to lead the way should Delos answer in the negative.