Minted Measure [AW]

At Luta’s words, Paladin smiled, nodding thoughtfully.

After a moment, he suggested, “I could speak with Aurielle, my alphess, about you perhaps guesting for a few days this winter in Valhalla. It’s just at the northern edge of this land, as a matter of fact. We get decent snow levels, but they pale in comparison to the northern lands.”

He was always happy to have company during his herbal practices as he made salves, tinctures, and various oils and other implements. Justice wasn’t fond of being in the caves—they held too much negative memory for her to stand being there for long, as proven in her last visit.

He paused as the larger wolf leapt into a treet, head cocking with some interest at her claws as she maneuvered and hung her finds to dry.

Luta’s question brought one of his good-natured smiles to his features as he gently levered the rootball of the Gypsywort from the earth. “It goes by many names. Water Horehound, Gypsywort, Bugleweed, Water Bugle, Sweet Bugle… It’s a remarkably good plant for internal bleeding if used in a decoction.”

He gestured gently to the long, jagged-edged leaves. “Waterfowl also like it for snacks, so I figured that I may take some home to replant by our local stream.”