The Heartwood Casual Greetings

One deep sniff and the wolf sneezed. Citali's eyes narrowed as she observed the plant, noted what it was, but said nothing. The best learning came from experience. If he could describe it out loud, he would be more likely to remember it. Well, if he was an auditory learner. If he was kinesthetic, this likely wasn't the occupation for him. Visual? He'd be fine.

"Describe its leaves for me," she insisted. She wasn't going to reveal what it was until he had a real handle on the plant. "Height. Health." She rambled off a few other things worth noting. "Is there any evidence of dryness or bugs?"