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His mother came to him, and proposed a question. He looked up, not responding immediately as he considered. He looked down at his paws. "I don't know," he said, quietly, the blazing anger he expressed earlier now simmered. He pawed absently at the dirt then looked back at his mother. "I just know..."

If he was not still so frustrated with everything, including the newfound racket in his head that spouted all this medicinal knowledge at him, the boy might have taken a liking to the fact that he knew these things but his own mother did not. In fact, none in the pack did as far as he was aware. There was a flicker of something, pride perhaps, in his chest, but it did not show and he did not entertain it.

"When I look at a plant," he shared, opening up to his mother in a way he never had before. "I hear about it. In my head." He tapped his temple with his paw. "I hear what it is, and what it does."