Medicine Dance

Sandor listened as she explained the length of time to steep; he nodded slightly, grinning at her mention of the honey. “If you can get it without being stung a billion times, you mean.” He hadn’t attempted to get honey, not yet, but he had seen others try when he was a young pup. It had always been funny for him to watch, but as he developed an interest in healing he found it less and less amusing. He’d have to brave the bees at some point to get honey, but he was glad that time hadn’t come yet.

When she spoke again, it was to question him further about being in the desert. Head cocked to the side curiously as she spoke. He hadn’t lied to her, he was only exploring. “I was exploring…like I said.” He answered, tone hinting at the awkwardness he suddenly felt. He’d never had someone challenge his word- they’d always taken it at face value. Though, now that he was older, he should have expected it. Still, the yearling was taken back by her not believing him. He wasn’t one to just spill his guts; he had no reason to tell her that he had been alone as a pup for many months before finding Lirim. He certainly had no reason to tell her that his parents were gone, his rank and title stripped of him. He did not want to bring up those painful memories.