The boy was listening, that much was clear. If he was catching any of it that was a whole other story. As they walked into the lands, she was showing him all sorts of herbs. Their names and what they did. Something his mother did, but he had never been able to memorize the names or what they did. Razor didn't want to be a healer - he was too clumsy. It was hard enough taking care of himself, because he always had someone just feeding him medicine and he would take it. Though that could go wrong if he ate the wrong things he could guess that much. His blue eyes searched over the herbs, nervously pressing his paws out into the snow. Once she was done talking, he flinched a bit. Taking a step back as he flopped down on his rump, scattering a bit of snow as he did.
"I'll take whatever you give me." clearly nothing was getting through. He lowered his head shamefully. Razor didn't have a quick mind either, the names and effects scared him. He liked it when someone knew what they were doing and he didn't have to tell them what was wrong or right. After all, he didn't like telling other wolves what to do either. His black tail made an indent in the snow. He couldn't make proper eye contact with his aunt, but he made sure to keep himself calm. "I was told no matter of herbs could make me better..... It's not as if I'm dying." so said his mother at least. Or maybe she just didn't know the things Amalia knew. Even so Razor was becoming rather scared - he couldn't help that. He'd rather made others feel better then try fixing himself.
