Marshmallows

Álarr seized the top of the plant and scooted closer to the riverside to rinse the root in water as the girl explained that she'd fallen ill with a strange crystal illness. He nodded lightly and set the plant aside. "I see, we had a few members fall ill with that as well." It might seem foolish to divulge so much to a foreign pack that might very well bear a grudge against his own but Álarr felt confident the illnesses in Fireside had not been an isolated event. Clearly, there were some dark forces that transcended inter-pack conflict.

He listened attentively as the girl introduced herself and thankfully gave him a nickname to address her by. "I find it works best served as a tea. You can dry or mash the root and boil it in water. If you like I can show you. My raven has a fire going nearby."