Shivers

Abilene allowed herself to relax. The woman didn't seem hostile, maybe a bit too observant for her liking, strangely attentive to her slight changes. maybe she was easier to read than she realised, or maybe Meadow genuinely wanted to make her feel comfortable.

Strange.

The other spoke again, but this time slower. Had Abby paused before for so long? Surely she was the one at fault, not the friendly and approachable wolf beside her. "Jewel weed..." She repeated, racking her brain for memories. God, she it felt like forever since she read about plants. Too long, in her opinion. "Heard of it, probably. Is it pink?" Having been distracted with attempting to remember old knowledge, she had forgotten about the last question. "I suppose." She answered, hopefully not too late.