far from perfect

He knew she had not. It was more a rhetorical question than anything. He was no healer but was aware of the usefulness of some plants to mend wounds and cure illness and knew also that some wolves practiced it by 'trade'. "I see," he hummed, and she went on to open the door for him, by asking if he knew about any of it. He did not miss a beat. "That one," he said, gesturing with his paw to a small fern near the rock, "cures constipation."