Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

Reggie watched, fascinated, as Auntie gathered together the petals, then put them in her mouth. She blinked several times, watching the she-wolf chew, then blinked again when she spat the grayish mush onto her own paw. When she instructed Regipre to sit in front of her and made it clear she would be applying the warm, wet paste to the whelp's back, the youngster hesitated but only for a second. This whole situation was very odd, yet she didn't fear it, not like she had the water.

She did as she was told, positioning herself perhaps six inches from Auntie, her back exposed. Reggie turned her head to look over her shoulder, curious about the application process. In fact, she found the entire process quite intriguing. Maybe she could ask Auntie to show her (or at least tell her about) some more ways plants could be used.