Blackfeather Woods 'Cause out of sight is out of mind

One of the worst things about not having her stores anymore was that she couldn't put him up to helping her look.  She couldn't describe the plant's scent, or feel, or taste effectively enough, and she definitely couldn't tell him what it looked like.  Without an example she had to look for herself and hope she got lucky enough to get one to show him.  It wasn't that hard of a thing to find, but it also didn't show up everywhere.

He made it off not to be a big deal, but that was a lie.  Fennec knew what a big deal sleep loss could be and there was no way she wasn't helping him, especially because he'd finally given her something she could actually do.

Sleep is important. And don't pretend like I have better things to do. You know I don't. She wrinkled her nose at him, but the first part had a firm insistence to it. She wasn't about to let him try to "power through" and deny her work like just about everyone else had for the past... fuck, year, at least? She was going to get rusty.

She probably should have known, though, that he was sleeping badly. And should have offered something herself versus needing to be asked. Maybe part of a healer's job was also being nosy, something she filed away for a potential thing to try out when they'd established a new pack somewhere. Fennec was still letting Bronco define the boundaries at the moment.

Don't mention it, Mr. Witch. Fennec flicked a loose bit of dried grass in his general direction, breaking the seriousness with a small smile, and continued on ahead. Maybe she'd take the lead for a while, just for the fun of it.

okay to fade if you like!