When he gave the word a large bowl overflowing of lightly browned venison settled before Siff. The meat so warm that steam wafted over the bowl. "Now don't eat it too fast. You don't want an upset stomach." She warned the wolf.
Frigga smiled a little. "I didn't think it would really do much, besides help with your aches. But we have to start somewhere. I'll leave the salts here for when you bathe on your own." She set the jar on the edge of the tub, far enough away that it would not fall in, and close enough that it wouldn't fall on the floor.