Dragoncrest Cliffs these wings off the ground

 "Marsh Marigold, poisonous. Alder bark, toothaches. Dock leaves -" Here she paused, forehead scrunched up in thought. The clicking of claws against stone faded as she paused, tail lashing irritatedly, gazing vacantly out over the thrashing sea far below. her quiet chanting had been going on for a few moments as she tried to remember all she had soaked up about healing and herbs, stomach tightening on moments like these when the use or the herb evaded her. She huffed, only to add a moment later, "Nettle. Nettle stings." 

Content, she sat, wrapping her tail around her paws. She gave a stiff shake of her pelt, muttering again from where she left off, determining to know enough to be of use one day. The fact that her mother already existed as the pack's amazing healer did not deter her, and she soaked up information as fast as she could.