When the going gets tough

The spotted woman said that she was looking for more exotic plants, which caught the tiny woman's attention. She was curious and wanted to ask, but didn't want to be rude and push the stranger. When she commented on grub, she smiled at the others smile, but her ears stood fully erect as she mentioned medical fungus's. Oh, that was very interesting! She hadn't heard much about mushrooms and the like being overly useful for healing, the only thing that she had ever heard of was agaric mushrooms, which could relax even the most stressed out patient. "Aren't fungus's mostly poisonous? I have never heard of many being very useful other than to end someone's suffering." She said softly, russet head tilting to the side. Amalia's deep blue eyes blinked as the magpie that had been on the log fluttered onto the wolf's back before taking off, and she watched it fly to a nearby tree with interest. She had never seen many wolves who had feathered friends, and she wanted to ask the woman about that as well. But one question was enough for now! She didn't want to overwhelm her, which seemed to be a habit of hers lately.

Her attention was pulled away from the spotted one as the other male joined them, and at her compliment she saw him sit up taller. Amalia flashed him a beaming grin, although her ears pulled back slightly as he mentioned not having anyone to teach him. "Well I am always willing to offer some teachings. You could always travel to the pack I belong to, or we can come up with some sort of meeting post! I love to teach, its how I made my way up to head healer!" she barked, pride making her tiny pale chest swell. If only Pip were here to see this, she just knew that her mother would love to see her helping others.

Amalia brought up her own specialties, and the ember coloured male stayed silent afterwards. She bet from earlier conversation that he didn't have one just yet, and was more interested in general studies. The spotted female spoke up then, and the dame's eyes grew wide. Negative effects? "You mean like poisons?" she asked with a squeak, horror washing over her tiny face. She had to admit that knowing the overdose of herbs was good, and she knew about the negative effect of bonset as well. "Everything in moderation, even herbs." She agreed with a slight nod of her head, trying to shake off the look of shock on her face. She was not here to judge others, not at all! Plus, there was always something good to know about too much of this plant, and which berries to avoid. It could be the difference between life and death, which is why she took her art of healing very seriously, even if she seemed to be chipper. She finally introduced herself as Magpie, which had Ama raising a brow and looking to the magpie on the wolfs back. Was that how she got her name?

When the larger russet backed man spoke, Amalia found herself blinking at him as she dipped her head in greeting. She was not a religious wolf, and did not believe that there were gods. Curiously she looked from male to male, staying silent, for once, as she studied the two. Why did Lyndvarr think him to be touched by the gods? Was it the fact that his coat looked like a dying sun? She wasn't sure, and wasn't about to be rude and ask. Instead she left space for Ankaios to answer that one for himself. She focused on him once more as he said that he was studying battle herbs, and she flashed another smile at his suggestion. "I think that that is a grand idea, Lyndvarr. Since we each seem to have our own focus, it would easy enough for us to find herbs that the others might not know about. So, we shall find something and meet back here, yes?" She asked, before raising up and leaving her pile of bonset where it rested. It was a well known herb, and she already knew that the others knew of it. She wanted to see if there was anything here that focused on her studies alone. So she wandered away from the group, nose to the ground in her hunt.

Clutching a bloom of small, budding pink flowers with most of the roots intact, Amalia headed back to the meeting place where she had broken off with the others. Settling down into place once more, she waited for everyone else to get back with their own chosen herb. Amalia would go last, and left the floor for others. Carefully keeping her valerian flower and root away from the bonset, she nearly wiggled in excitement, eager for the training to begin.

"Speech"
'thoughts'