Blacktail Deer Plateau but I still think she's a queen

As he began to list off some characteristics of the plant, it seemed as though he did know what it was and even where it was. He began to itch his jaw saying how discomforting it was. Pema felt that Grayday was old enough to know that when something like an injury itched, you probably shouldn't itch it. Though sometimes the feeling was just so over whelming one couldn't help themselves. Especially of it was a place on the face and near the mouth. Having that odor under your nose and puss so close to your mouth was so gross in Pema's mind. But these were the thing Pema would need to get used to on a somewhat regular basis. Hopefully she would be notified sooner and their wouldn't be time for an infection to even take hold.

He returned with the stalk and root in his mouth, two of the roots attatched. They were wet along with his muzzle. It was good that the herb and wound site were now clean but, "It was a good idea to clean up, but you want to make sure it stays fairly dry going forward. I'm not sure if you want to whip it off on the grass or some moss, but I wouldn't sure your fur." she told him, laying down on the ground and grinding the touge vegetable into a paste in her mouth.