Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

hope no one minds if I go ahead and wrap this up? :)

Frost thought himself spent as he laid trembling beneath the pine. The sound of the fighting wolves was a dull throb in his ears. He tried to listen to it so he would know when it was safe to emerge, but it slipped too easily from his grasp. He closed his eyes, expecting to once again drift into unconsciousness, but she appeared again. 

He didn't know what she said. There was encouragement and warmth in her tone, enough to rouse him and bid him to follow. He leaned on her, drew whatever strength he could from hers. He didn't know where she was taking him, but he was past caring. Instinct, or something like it, bid him to carry on, to follow. So he did, to whatever end awaited him.