Bearclaw Valley "—learn to use these things."

The land must have changed some since the last time Glaukos had been here; he seemed either unable or unwilling to immediately recall the location of any particular herbs. Perhaps, she realized, he hadn’t been a healer. Maybe he’d gone to the herb store for the memory of whoever it was who had stored herbs there before. 

The valley was full of ghosts, it seemed. A history as broad as the valley itself. 

”Thinth the fall,” She said. ”We foun’ two orphanth here tho we thettled down for the wintuh. Gonna be more little oneth runnin’ around in a couple month,” She stated proudly- though in truth, the assumption was likely a bit bold. Only days ago had her season ended, but she felt confident she would conceive.