ooc: Shilah is looking at a yarrow plant
Evening sunlight reflected off the feathery leaves of a plant that was growing just on the edge of the cathedral where the great overhanging branches did not shade it. The plant grew strong from an angular stem and was roughly two feet tall and covered in fine white hairs. On top of that it had an interesting scent and so it had caught Shilah's attention. He'd been staring at the plant for probably ten minutes trying to decide if he wanted to pull anything off of it. He didn't know what it was. It could very well be poison, but how else was he going to learn?
Shilah did not expect to see his mother again. While part of him certainly hoped he would the more practical part of him insisted that he prepare for the loss and start weaning himself off of that hope. His sister was back at least so there was that but what would become of their relationship?
Reaching up for the plant he gently batted it with his paw, waiting to see if he felt any foreign sensation on his pawpads. There was no burning or itching so that was a good sign but just to be safe maybe he better wait a little longer. The sun was dipping lower and Shilah knew he'd have to head back to the den soon. It didn't really feel like home yet. It was just a dank, dark hole in the ground and he sought to stay in the sun as long as he could.
