Firestone Hot Springs Wandering crow

Sword Fern; it's spores were useful for relieving pain, Crete recalled as if he'd just recently wrapped up a medic lesson from Aether. To her question Crete offered her a knowing nod, gesturing for her to follow with an incline of his muzzle. If he remembered correctly he had passed a small clutch of them not too far from the hot springs. The steam curled around him as he sliced through it, generally assuming that Blue was followin him, though he did not pause to glimpse back. Sea green eyes scanned the flora dusted in snow, knowing that even bent by the weight of snow he would be able to find the sword ferns once more. They were distinctive and hard to confuse with something else - unlike some of it's flora brothren. There were berries like that as well, one was edible while it's bear identical twin was poison. It was a thin line, Aether had once confessed to him, between being a healer and a killer. In small doses it could heal and in larger doses it could kill; and that being a medic took practice and preciseness. At Blue's words of finding herbs to help Hawkeye conceive, however, Crete stopped suddenly, looking back sharply at the woman. Despite Crete's unconditional love of his brother in that he would not aid her. If she could not conceive without the help of medicines then perhaps it was better if she didn't bother at all. Crete shook his head no, clearly stating his stance on that subject. His reasons were many, half based on his distrust of Hawkeye who acted like a spoiled child more than she did an Alpha because she did not like his concerns, and because he was afraid that Peregrine would ultimately end up heartbroken.