You Can't Ride In My Little Red Wagon

Gossamer busied herself with mashing dried herbs which she thought was really fun. However, she also would glance up now and then to watch the other pups work on building a fire. She pulled out some dried lavender and mashed that with her paws in a kneading like motion before dumping it into the bowl with the chamomile. She then turned to the dried marshmallow, mashing and crushing it with her paws before dumping it into the bowl with the comfrey.

She looked up at Panic's question. "Armada is the pack I live in. I think our packs are allies." She thought awhile on Áskell's question and shrugged. "I don't really know. Either a warrior or a healer, maybe both." Though she felt her siblings were better at the healing part than she was so maybe she should stick with fighting. But she really liked making things with plants.