Larksong Grotto Some things are better kept unknown

The slinky boy nodded as he listened to Reeks words, noting every one. He let out a deep breath as he glanced nervously at Reek's injured leg. He stayed silent for a long moment, going over the pitifully small list of herbs and their uses in his head. He knew some, but not a lot, and Zaavier had been meaning to teach himself more whenever he had time.

His could smell the scent of onion on the male's leg, and Zaavier could probably mention that. But that was a dead giveaway! He had to say something else, something to catch his eye... What else could be used for this kind of wound?

"Well," he began, confidently and smoothly. "Crushing up onion into a poultice is one way..." He hesitated, straining his brain to the limit to remember the name of the herb. "And Burdock root can be used to keep infection away and treat infection if you already have one." 

He smiled to himself. Finally, he was satisfied with his answer, sure that he had at least gotten part of it correct. He looked up towards the alpha, still remaining in a respectful, submissive pose. His face held a look of both hopefulness and confidence.