The gentle rush of the river had lured Sylva back out into the Palisade merely a day later then her encounter with Asken, something about the area was so peaceful and serene, not to mention all of the various herbs that had grown locally, herbs perfectly situated to keep her pack safe and healthy. With the pups growing quickly and her war to purge the more deadly plants that lurked within the heart of White Fir Notch almost completed, it was nice to come trotting out here in the warm sunlight to gather fresh herbs.

A soft hum escaped the ebony yearling’s maw as she kept her muzzle pointed toward the ground. She had come to catch the fragrant scent of Pineapple Weed and now it was simply a matter to collect it and add it to her growing hoard. Herb gathering was meticulous and had to be timed so that the plants more prone to wilting and losing their potency could be gathered in fresh abundances to slowly replace the old.

She paused for a moment as the scent became stronger, her tail wagging as she gave a triumph and loud yip as she plunged into a nearby bush head first. Her furry hindquarters sticking out as she squeezed and maneuvered herself toward the herb, beginning to nip gently at the stems of the small cluster “Shhh, come with me, I have a new home for you.” She whispered as she worked.

The girl paused, her maw opened and pressed against the flower’s stem,. Ready to sever it when she heard it speak, she pulled her muzzle away before looking directly at the PIneapple weed “Well...i’m..um.. I’m harvesting you to bring back to my den so that i can sort you by how fresh you are and then place you with the other collected herbs that are within that category so that you can be used before you lose you potenc….” The words quickly faded as she carefully sniffed the air and realized that someone was near by, she turned slowly, finding a large wolf looming over her, the first thing that came to her mind was questioning why all the large wolves around the palisade liked to loom over her!?

After a few moments of awkward silence the small yearling realized that it had to have been the other wolf that had spoken and she blinked slowly “Oh um...h-hi sir, i was just harvesting the Pineapple Weed to bring back to my den so that I can sort it by how fresh it are and then place them with the other collected herbs that are within that category so that it can be used before the potency of how effective it is diminishes as it rots away”

Sylva looked up at the man, now realizing how close he had gotten to her, mentally berating herself for getting so absorbed in what she had been doing. Dang it Sylva! He coulda hurt us…. Thought it was fairly obvious that the larger wolf wasn’t hostile, at least not yet. Ears perking forward at his question, The ebony female nodded quickly, a small grin tugging at the corners of her own muzzle. “Yea, Pineapple Weed, it’s useful for infections and fevers.” As she spoke, she shifted to the side so that the herb could be seen, gesturing toward the clump of green stems, rising up a few inches off the ground before ending in fuzzy green spheres.

The Yearling paused for a moment, debating on rather or not to explain the plant more, she didn’t want to offend the stranger or come across as trying to be a know it all or simply thinking he was ignorant, but she also wanted him to know about the plant, it was clear he had a small interest in it so she picked her words carefully “I-it has other uses too, my alpha used it frequently after she gave birth, though I’m still learning what else it may serve a purpose in aiding..I’m still learning a good bit about herbs in general.”

Sylva blinked slowly as the male wolf moved away from her, a question perched upon his lips. She found herself in an unusual position, someone asking her for knowledge. The ebony yearling settled down where she stood, the pineapple weed situated behind her as she thought the question over for a moment, her tongue rolling out the side of her mouth and hanging there as she closed her eyes, deep in thought as she raked over the information inside of her mind.

“Let’s see…” She paused as she blinked open her soft brown gaze, looking Lorcan over “First off, name’s Sylva, as for staying yellow, well i mean when it’s nice and healthy it will, but as it ages or decays it would brown and wilt like other herbs do, a good sign of when one is losing it’s potency when the leaves are browning.”

@Gent’s lessons were recalled with ease as Sylva parroted his words “It’s really useful this time of year, with puppies being born and it’s a great substitute for a fever if there no Hellebore or Yarrow around. Her tail thumped against the ground as she spoke, it felt nice, being able to share and pass on what she was leaning toward others, maybe one day Her dream could be realized, to build up a connection between all of the healers in the region, greatly increasing the survival of everyone.

“Lorcan…” The yearling repeated the name quietly to herself after ti was spoken, her brown gaze looking the man over as she tried to memorize how he looked and smelled so if the need ever arose she’d be able to recall him exactly. Her ears perked forward as Yarrow was mentioned and she nodded to his questions, pausing to think it over.

“I am yea...I want to keep my pack safe and healthy, especially with all the poisonous plants laying in ambush for an unsuspecting puppy to stumble across…” There was a small mix of pride in Sylva’s grin as her tail thumped against the ground as she thought over his next question, trying to recall the information. “Uh...let’s see...I’m not sure exactly how it help..it’s..just chooses to I guess…” She hadn’t really questioned the inner workings of the herbs she dealt with and now she paused, finding ti somewhat irksome that it had never crossed her mind to ask, though whom she had thought to ask, the plants themselves or @Gent remained a mystery.

After a few moments of quietly scowling at herself, Sylva snapped out of it….right there was another wolf here, her short attention span getting the best of her as she tried to quickly cover up the fact that she had literally forgotten that Lorcan was there. “Would you like me to show you where you can find some?” His last statement hadn’t been heard by the oblivious girl “It grows in damp places and sometimes along trails, so I hunt for it near rivers.”