Ravensblood Forest Smart SOBs

So that funny word was how this one kept things straight? Cool. Worked for him. Worked for Kero. There was a method to everyone else's madness and it wasn't his job to argue the mnemonic around what it took someone else to learn or remember. To each their own. As long as this one didn't expect Kero to remember that, they were golden. "Haha. Yeah. I'd hate to get lost in there. Minds are weird."

Casting that line of thought aside, Kero was back on the hunt for that plant with the white flowers and a citrusy smell. He searched, working both his eyes and his nose to try to spot the thing while the wolf described the plant further. Ground based. Kero turned his eyes lower. Grows just about anywhere. Heh. That narrowed it down.

Wait.

Kero switched directions, back peddling as if on a mission towards something he'd seen in passing earlier. He came upon a white plant matching the description the wolf had described. "This it?" he said, pointing at the weed on the ground.

He noted the wolf's name and glanced at him. Committing the fellow's name, face, and scent to memory.