Lost Creek Hollow hold it everybody, apple down.

There was a bird. And a badger. The latter had been more recent. He'd taken to chatting up any non-food he found, and later would even encounter a herd of horses to pester. While some remedies made no sense (dirt baths for oily feathers?) some he knew to carry over, and those lessons were helping him along as he hit a wall finding wolves willing.

They showed me some things, he added, but I am going to learn more. He'd take warnings and advice from whoever he could speak to and, when he couldn't test it himself, trusted it as much as he trusted the one who gave it.