Only dead fish follow the stream

Álarr continued to dig, his little claws digging deep into the earth. He would pause on occasion to grab the stem in his jaws and try to jerk it free but when that failed he sought to dig some more. He looked up at the woman. "I'm trying to gather this plant. It's called Angelica. I know you want to gather it in early autumn if you want to use the root but I think all of the plant can be used I just don't really remember what bits are for what. I think its for colds and coughs. So something good for winter." He dug down further, carefully moving the dirt away from the root.

He gazed curiously at her question about whether he expected to be attacked. "Well, yea. Packs fight all the time and my family are mighty warriors!" He paused in his labors. "So are you from a pack to?"