Recharging My Chill

This stranger was polite, and Aryn's remaining tension faded away at her welcoming invitation. "Actually, I'd love to." She padded over towards the older woman, inspecting the bowls and flowers with curiosity. This was a part of healing Aryn could get behind, nothing involving blood or gore just making teas and remedies that at worst could leave a wolf with an upset stomach if she'd messed it up somehow. "Could you teach me? I'd like to learn these things, but we have no skilled healers in my pack to learn from." She eyed the bone the woman was using to mash the herbs, and then the skillfully crafted bowls. If she was going to assist, she might as well help to collect a little extra of the flower for the lovely woman. Her head swiveled, searching the gulley until she'd spotted another bright yellow flower. Wandering over to it, she worked the stem with her teeth as she ha the first one. "Oh, I'm Aryn, by the way!" She called out over her shoulder, finishing severing the stem and returning to deposit both bright flowers back before the healer.