Frostfire Ridge Adding Fire to the Flame

Her lips twitched. She could see he was sitting. She wasn't blind. Ears folded atop her crown as she stared back at him while he kept talking. Fine. Points for him. He'd found those scrawny little mountain ferns or weeds or whatever, but they weren't what she was used to and they weren't what she was looking for. She shifted on her paws, saying nothing because she wasn't about to admit he was right in once more pointing out the obvious.

"They're wimpy," she admitted, which was why she'd dismissed them in the first place. "And not what I'm used to. Starting from scratch sucks." She over shared, but who cared. If he knew anything about these plants, awesome. If not? No harm done. She knew how to figure it out for herself. 

What she didn't know was that tid-bit about south. Or rather, she'd forgotten as she'd originally passed from that direction. "What kind of foliage?" she asked, curious simply because whatever information he could provide would save her time in the future. "Climate?"