Meadowlark Prairie Searching For An Uncle Of A Friend

The boy watched as the woman pushed the bundle in his direction, subtle, but not unseen. Would he have to carry it back, if things went sour? He felt a little nervous, but when the other spoke, it quelled some of his nervousness. He didn't seem mean, just looking for someone. Mordecai. Seff had never heard the name, it was outside the three worlds which were Blackfeather, his pack before, and the smooth land between the two. He stayed silent, understanding that it was best to do so, though his wary gaze rested on the other as he shifted closer to the herbs, their names and appearances fresh in his mind as glanced down at them for a moment.