Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Hearing the male's words about the throbbing pain, she merely nodded her head at his words. No wolf would want to live with a blistering headache their entire life. She turned her head when he spoke about the flower, asking if it was the right one.

She first took a stare at the flower. It had the white petals, yellow center and it was in a bunch. She then took a glance at the leaves. They were the correct shape, having the several splits into sections. She nodded her head at him, thankful he had a keen eye. However, she took a step closer to smell it. If it had the right musky scent, then it would be correct.

It made her nose almost curl itself over, the odor wasn't pleasant. "These are it. Chew upon the leaves and swallow. The taste will be bitter, but it shall relieve you of pain for a while. It may take time before it completely goes away." She said, grabbing a two or three stems of the plants which held the flowers and leaves. If he needed this more, they would have some. "Well have to keep a few just in case it returns." She said, her words a little muffled from the stems she held in her mouth.