The pines seemed to have a number of things to offer. With the storms that frequented Boreas over the spring and summer soon coming upon them. Phantom took the opportunity to check out all the flora he could find. He had just started collecting some things, with the Purple Saxifrage he had managed to transplant into pack borders with the help of a lone stranger, he was well on his way to starting stock of his own. Sure it wasn't exactly normal for a kid his age to be so engrossed in stuff like this, but Phantom's mind was wired differently, he supposed. He lacked empathy and...probably most feelings that were normal for others. Not that he knew that, of course. The melanistic child made his way towards a cluster of trees, following the scent of something he couldn't quite place. It was minty (did he know what that was yet? No.) And when he found the source, he spotted a large amount of some sort of green plant. On closer inspection, the leaves had tiny hairs and the stems looked square-shaped, but the smell was incredibly strong and he wondered what it was, and what uses it might have. Something like this surely had some sort of medicinal use, right? Or was it some sort of trick...a poison perhaps? As badly as he wanted to touch it, he needed to find out what it was, first. "Phantom"

Gavroche and Bellamy had been welcomed into the pack of Menagerie and though Gavroche hadn’t said anything just yet to either Bells or Wren, he had thought he noticed a change in his mate’s scent. Could it be she had conceived when they mated at the marble wash? It seemed unlikely, but possible. The man was somewhat hoping he was right, even if it was earlier than anticipated, and that he and Bellamy might get more members to their family just as they had hoped. The man was trembling with excitement, hoping he might be able to find some more herbs soon that might ease her pregnancy. He had been roaming through the territory of the sparse pines when the scent of a youngling caught his attention. The pup was small, barely three months he was sure. His gaze swept the landscape, searching for the kid, and there he was. A monochrome youth, and one that seemed to be taking an interest in… ah! The mint.  It wasn’t a bad herb at all. He padded towards the youngster without fear or worry, his wings fluffed up against his body and, for once, neither companion present. “Checking out the mint?” Gavroche asked gently when he approached. He hoped he wouldn’t catch the little one off guard or anything. "Speech" 'Thought.'