Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

Evidently they’d passed the pop quiz, for Maleah’s next words concerned basic first aid. Masquerade listened raptly, taking mental notes. They sucked in a sharp breath when the list of plants kept growing.

You weren’t kidding when you said it was a lot, they said on an exhale. I appreciate you going over all this with me. It sounds like nettle is one of the most useful; you mentioned it in several contexts. Could you identify that one for me, assuming there’s some around here somewhere?

Poppy seeds, they recited in their head. Chamomile. Marigold. Lavender. A few of those were familiar. Masque felt fairly confident they could find some of those on their own, though if they saw any of them growing, they would double check with Maleah.

Cobwebs and honey aren’t plants, they thought aloud. How do you gather those without getting bitten or stung?

And while they were asking all these questions, it occurred to the Caru that they should ask something else, a question that had been lurking in the back of their mind for weeks now.

This isn’t directly related to medicine but since I’m the sitter in my pack, I would like to know: at what age are pups considered more or less self-sufficient? How old before they need less direct supervision and training?