Heron Lake Plateau We can just dance to this

"This one is goldenrod," Fiadh explained, indicating a cluster of fine yellow petals beneath an oak tree. She glanced at @Clover as she explained, furrowing her brow; her sister was helping her study, or something like that. "Uh, I can't remember what it does," she admitted, to which Clover arched a brow and said, "didn't you say it was for mouth problems?"

"Right!" Fiadh said brightly, shaking her head and snorting like a mule. "For mouth and throat problems and infection," she tacked on. It was easier to remember things when she had her litter mate to jog her memory. How was she ever going to remember all of these things without help? Furthermore, how was she ever going to remember every detail and every use and every malady in an emergency? It seemed altogether too much, but Fiadh was nothing if not one to rise to a challenge.

"Ah, let's stop," she said, gently swiping the goldenrod with a paw and rising to stretch her shoulders. "'Kay, gotta go anyway," said Clover, waving her tail in farewell. Fiadh smirked after her sister's backside, silently wondering what her smaller sibling was up to, but decided not to ask. Ever since Screech's departure Clover had been in simultaneously high and low spirits. Fiadh didn't get it, but she was sure there was a good reason. Stooping to pluck the plant, Fiadh turned away from the woods and headed vaguely in the direction of Raven's den to drop it off.

For @Colt!