Duck Lake The Earth has music for those who listen

Fitzdutiful was out and about for an odd reason today. Usually he left the packlands to either hunt or recruit, on some occasions it had been to follow his daughter and make sure she didn't get herself killed on the sly trips off the mountain. Today, was for him. Solely and completely for him. He wanted to learn some more about the plants that grew around the wilds.

He had already found out that the differences could be intense between the mountain and the bay and he knew that the hot springs had specialised growths as well. But how would a lake in the valley compare to the lake in the bay?

Making his way to Duck Lake he arrived seeing another wolf, female, catching some small prey from the holes. Deciding she wasn't a threat, and not really in the mood for recruitment, FitzDutiful ignored her and instead focused on the plants growing at the side of the lake. He carefully sniffed it to get a whiff of scent, before carefully patting it with a paw to ensure it wasn't actually spiked, and then gingerly licked it - making sure he was close enough to the water that he could wash his mouth out afterwards without swallowing the plant's taste.