Surrounded By Song

He watched carefully as she found some full boneset plats and showed him what they looked like. Spirit was glad he'd asked, as they honestly looked nothing like what was dried and ground up in water. It was quite recognizable, with its long stalks and small white flowers, not to mention the unique leaves it bore. Only when he'd started learning from Meadow had he realized the intricacies of plants; though many looked the same from a distance, up close they were quite different, with entirely different stalks and leaves and flowers. It wasn't totally unlike how wolves were each very different in their own ways, if he thought about it like that. She admitted she hadn't found any here, but further north, and he nodded in understanding.

"N-no," he answered her quietly. Some time ago he might've been embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, but now he found himself hungry for more. He wanted to be able to identify most plants he encountered, and someday to know exactly how he needed to use them. All in due time, he supposed - but in the mean time he had to be brave and to seek out knowledge wherever he could, no matter how terrifying talking to strangers could be. If he could push through those things, though... he'd been shown that some wolves were very kind, and willing to teach him. His eyes widened in interest as he watched what she was doing, taking it all in. "W-what does it taste like?"