Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

He wanted to stay. Lane nodded; she had expected as much. 

She nodded again as he shared his thoughts on Holland's "treatment." She'd had similar thoughts herself. It was good to know Holland was not an example of how every self-proclaimed healer behaved in these parts. 

To be fair, it was probable that Holland had simply wanted to save his time, effort, and supplies for his pack. The Glen had been through a difficult time, to say the least. Lane was lucky that Vein didn't feel similarly, if Vein even had a pack.

"Oh, over there," Lane directed, nodding toward a dark spot on the horizon. "Just follow the edge of the river gorge south. You can't miss it." After seeing firsthand how handy the charcoal was with infection, Lane was planning on paying the Heartwood a visit herself.  

"So where are ya headed after that? Back home to a pack?" Lane asked conversationally. She might as well hear this man's story, if they were going to be here for a while.