Silvertip Mountain bileflowers

wounds. pain.
merrick watched her with a vaguely paternal mien as she lay down in her bed. he crept closer, soothed by the scent of the medicine and how she seemed to recover from her experiment.
"these are for coughing." he pointed to a pawful of dark-dried leaves. "and this is to chew and put upon bleeding wounds." 
cobwebs and a small green plant. merrick recognized this well, for evien had used a great amount of the leaves in his time among them.
"you will learn the rest," the bearwolf encouraged, coming to sit alongside arielle's grass-mat.