Nature, Nurture

Oh, she was so nice! With each moment that passed he felt more certain of himself and the fact that he could trust her to teach him, despite his audible stutter that seemed reluctant to fully calm. "I-I can come," he started slowly. "I'd love that!" He'd bring Strawberry with him when he came to find her, deciding that he'd feel much safer that way. If he got lost, he had no doubt she would lead him home. The thought of lessons excited him; though he knew he could learn from his mother, as well as from other members of Abaven, he was excited to have something of his own to work on and hopefully surprise his packmates with. All he wanted since his return was to be useful to his family.. maybe this was a way for him to do just that.

He was elated, even if his excitement was well-contained. It was evident in his bright eyes and the way his tail now swayed freely behind him, unrestrained now. "I l-live.. just east of here. A-abaven is my pack," he explained, though quickly wondered if he'd revealed too much. He decided he hadn't though - this woman was trustworthy, and Abaven was a large pack, no doubt known among their neighbors, right? He didn't know enough to be completely certain, but he had to try to trust his own thoughts and beliefs.. or else how would anyone else?

He nearly gasped with interest when she noticed something that could be horsetail, and he went bounding toward it, trying to examine it. Was it horsetail? He squinted, tilting his head and examining it and recalling what she'd taught him. It did look like the stalk was tube-shaped, but the leaves were not pointed. "I-I don't think so," he said, tentative but trying to be certain even in the face of wild uncertainty.