Sleeping Dragon we'll watch as time tumbles down

She was surprised that she had gotten that much right about what it was to be a botanist. It sounded simple enough, much like her constant desire to wander the countryside. Perhaps others were simply drawn to what it was that they wanted to do, or how they wanted to be useful in a pack. Mojave, at least up until that point, had never put much thought into it. She had simply done whatever was requested of her.

"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I just like wandering around, you know. Adventure, I guess. Never really put a lot of thought into anything else." Her shoulders rolled in a shrug again, it was the best way she could put things. There was ever a looming sensation that she wasn't going about things the right way, that she should have devoted more of her time to something a touch more... useful, if anything.

"Tell me more about the plants," she went on to say with a reaching bob of her snout.

Maybe that would distract her from any notion of inadequacy.