Can I chew on that?

A voice over her shoulder caught Suriel off guard and she spun on her heels. She hadn't heard the old man approaching, too fixated on her chosen quest to be aware of anything else. Heat flushed under her fur, but a second later she remembered that she actually wasn't getting into trouble... Or at least, she didn't think she was. And a second after that she remembered her manners, and nodded her head in greeting. Her mothers would be cross if she didn't show an elder wolf proper respect.

"Good morning Mister Alarr! Mama told me that soon almost all the plants will be dead, so I was going to look for some before that happened." She wanted to ask him if it was really true, but she didn't want to doubt her mother either. Sureil didn't know much about the other wolves in the pack besides her family, she hadn't spent much time with any of them, but she knew Mister Alarr was a healer so he probably knew all about plants too.

She stood at quivering attention. "Do you think if you were really careful you could keep a plant alive all winter? Like if you kept it warm and everything, maybe like a bird with her eggs?" Except, you know, not sitting on it exactly. She might not know a lot, but she could guess that a flattened plant probably wouldn't grow very well no matter how warm you kept it.
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