Spring Green Wintergreen

The boy was specifically on the lookout for beggar's blanket and purple coneflower, in the hopes that blending a tea of the two, he might be able to take the edge of Modesty's persistent cough. It was strange, sometimes it would be like she wasn't unwell at all, and then the next day she would have a hacking wet cough with pink tinged spittle. She was still losing weight too, and meals she had always eaten without complaint were left untouched... Well, prior to whatever blow up had happened between herself and the Raid King.

Usually, it would be better to harvest both in the summer, but he was desperate, and the leaves of both plants could be used in a pinch instead of their flowers. If he was really lucky, there might be some early bloomers this late in the season too. He scanned the area for any sight of yellow, or the tell-tale pinkish-purple of the echinacea, it took him two passes before he realised that very distinctive black and white was another wolf, and not a natural part of the landscape. His ears turned back sheepishly. “I-uh... Sorry, I didn't see...” His voice shrunk before finally falling off when he realised how stupid it sounded that he didn't see a bright white wolf in the forest. Sure, if they had been mud-coloured like him it might make more sense... Zeroing in on the plant the other wolf was carefully removing from the soil, he had the sudden bright idea to ask, since they seemed more local to this place than he was... “Have you happened to see any plants with yellow or purple flowers out yet? I've got a friend with a nasty cough, and nothing I've tried has worked so far.”

“Speech”