Spring Green Wintergreen

She had to comment to herself - in the privacy of her mind - that whatever the earthy-colored fellow was thinking about, and searching for, given the intense scrutiny he was giving their surroundings, must have been quite important. Healer, like herself, maybe?

She’d gotten the wintergreen plant levered out of the ground before his voice broke the silence and she glanced back up to see his sheepish expression. Yep. Definitely important thoughts.

“No offense taken. I’ve been there myself when I’ve been gathering.”

Her brogue-laden words were friendly, amused without mockery as she leaned down to delicately pluck the wintergreen from the ground and drop it into her empty saddlebag on the left, her right bag being primarily full of travel kit.

He’d spotted the plant, and clearly something clicked as he voiced a query. Legacy shifted to another wintergreen as her head tipped in thought, considering.

“There are many types of plants with those colors. Do you know the names of what you’re after? I can point you to them if they can be found here.”

Her black-backed ears flicked forward with interest as she added, “How long has this cough been going for?”

Typical healer, nose into everyone’s health.

As Legacy left the ball in the younger wolf’s court, she bent, deftly nipping the first leaf from the new wintergreen plant, ear curved toward him to listen.