He was trying to be useful, to help clean up the mess he'd caused. Scully wasn't what one would call a responsible wolf, and he certainly had never really cared before about making amends or righting any wrongs. There'd been plenty of times where he had socked @Freyja or @Ragnar 'accidentally' while tussling or snuck food out of someone's private cache, and guilt had never followed him. This though, this had been huge and his dad still wasn't recovered. He'd even lost his position in the pack over it, making the small family as a whole vulnerable and just... lesser. It was too much, had hurt the few wolves that he genuinely did care about.

And when he'd thought he'd found something, he ruined that too. That's what it must be, he thought, staring down at the mottled and wilted plants. Scully had come to collect those he knew to be helpful, that could be used on his father and fill Ravenna's stores, but his shit luck had followed him and caused this sickness. Taking even this small ability to help from him. The boy sighed, before bringing a thick paw down on one of the frail flowers, crushing it into the ground.

"Fuckin' stupid."