Bearclaw Valley i recounted the memories

Evien found himself smiling as well, happy that he'd made Merrick excited about something other than poison, for the time being. "Mm. Wild indigo makes a nice green," he reasoned, looking up at the sky as he thought. "Plus, the roots are good for colds and respiratory infections." The boy glanced back over at Merrick and shrugged, still offering a small smile. "Blood would also wash off in rain. Dye would cling to the trees. It's something my grandfather taught me." A pause, and a laugh. "Might stain your paws too, though."

See, he thought hopefully, there are better ways to live. It doesn't all have to be blood and war.