Moonspear Out Of My Comfort Zone

He could see the shadow of concern flicker across Judas' face, although he was blissfully unaware of his packmate's inner turmoil. Floki chewed on his lower lip briefly, finding himself wishing that Thistle Cloud would come back -- although it was pointless to dwell on that now. Even if she did return, she wouldn't be able to magically conjure up herbs from thin air.

"I can help," he volunteered quickly. "I don't know much, but if you describe what I'm looking for, I can do my best." He glanced down at the dried leaves within the cache, gesturing at them with his snout. "Can you teach me some basics now?" The more he knew -- and the sooner he knew it -- the more he would be able to assist.