The vixen of mocha hues would give a respectful nod, as she would in agreement as well. She watched as Symphony would speak, as well as the other wolves who gathered. Her eyes would meet her grandfather's before she would speak herself. "I am no healer myself, Grandfather. I will do my best to help finding the cure, even if it is simply to find the herbs for the cures. I do know of a few, though." Her mismatched orbs would look about intently as she sought out herb stores around the rocks, but it would be rude to simply butt into the stores without the premissions of whoever had gathered the leaves and such.
"I think we should get something to help calm them down, so they don't fight the cure, should we find it..." Of course, the vixen only was taking a guess, but she would prepare herself in case she would be met with criticism for the little knowledge she had. Only time would tell should she get a reply or not.
