Shed a leaf when necessary

The Archer-Lyall’s smile grew wider at the response the giant, vibrant coated boy gave her and she nodded her agreement. She motioned for him to come closer, waving a paw at each plant as she pointed it out, “That’s one reason, yeah, but look at the difference in the leaves an’ give ‘em a sniff.” she started with the rounder leafed fern that she had discarded off to the side, “This one is maidenhair, its good fer dressin’ wounds, but lichen an’ moss are more effective an’ easier ter grow if yer have a way ter keep ‘em damp. Lichen likes a bit more sun, moss prefers shade, but if yer start with a little, it’ll grow on rocks in no time.” Of course there were those that would disagree with her, and it was fine to use if it was all you had on hand, but it wasn’t her preference.

The next was more typical of what one might visualise when mentioning ferns. “This one is a bracken fern, its good fer when yer have a gut-ache or a headache, but it’s also one yer want ter keep around if yer know someone expectin’.” Being a boy, he might not be called on to assist with a birth but it couldn’t hurt to know.

“An’ this one,” the smallest of the bunch, harvested almost in singular fronds, “Is th’ one yer really want on hand in this sorta weather. It’s called rock cap where I come from. If yer grind it down an’ brew it up, maybe add a dash o’ honey an’ some dried fruits ter cut th’ bitterness, it’ll do a good job on sore throats an’ sniffles. When someone’s got a heavy chest, it’ll help ‘em move th’ fluid.” Not that she thought pack wolves were at risk of it so much, but this wolf didn’t have an underlying scent to tie him to a location.

“Do yer want ter try an’ find some?” She questioned with a lopsided grin, willing to point him in the right direction if he wanted a second set of eyes to help him figure out what was what.

“Speech”