Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

Heavily involved her assessment of her garden, she didn't have eyes for the child of her expressions. Her mind was occupied with the contemplation of this herb over that flower and trying to decide the proper dosage for a pup verses an adult wolf and then reducing that further to compensate for a smaller coyote child. Though she'd not admit it out loud, the mental challenge and puzzle in this particular scenario made all of her efforts worth it.

It was the verbal question that finally roused her. "Hmm?" she murmured before the question sank in. Oh. Well, then. She supposed the child might not have the slightest idea as to what these flowers that were so common to her actually was. "They're flowers, child. The yellow ones here are marigold and the violet ones are lavender." She pointed each of them out in turn. "They both have different smells. Which do you prefer?" A pause before she added. "Go on. Take a good sniff, child."