Nature, Nurture

The younger wolf’s quiet voice reaches her ears and Meadow almost has to strain to hear him. Her smile grows and she bows her head in greeting when he offers his name. The way Spirit stammers and his stunned appearance when they first met, has Meadow feeling great empathy for him. She decides to take it slow and to try not to be too overly cheerful with him.

When she speaks of her search and Spirit asks what kind herb, her smile grows even more. Eyes brighten with joy at the prospect of sharing her limited knowledge of the herb. Still, being respectful of the other wolf’s seemingly shy disposition, Meadow does not rush her words or move to quickly. “Well Spirit, I am looking for Horsetail. It is a very beneficial herb. The plant can often be mistaken for weeds and go unnoticed. It grows on stalks with small tube-like pointed leaves that branch off the main stalk”

Pausing to allow the information to sink in, Meadow takes one paw and makes a small drawing in the dirt. It is not the best but it conveys what the plant looks like. Looking up from the drawing and back to Spirit she says, “Horsetail likes to grow in wet, sandy soil or even submerged slightly in water. That is why I am here.” With the last words she indicates the waterfalls. With a bright smile she asks, “So Spirit, have you seen anything like this?” She motions back toward the simple drawing in the ground. Maybe they can find the plant together and she will get to teach Spirit a little about the herb along the way.



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