Sunset Valley Wait for them to ask you who you know

The valley might have been beautiful once, especially in the autumn...but now, it was quite simply faded. Bursts of flaming colour had wilted away to drab yellows and browns, yet on occasion the boy would spot a final, vibrant spot of colour. Autumn's glory faded fast, and the cool winded in his fur was swift to remind him of the next season in nature's endless procession. Winter. His first, something never experienced. He knew that herbs would die then; the reason for Potema's storing and bundling. 

He missed the activity, and yet a thought crossed his mind and he furrowed his brow a minute. Could he not do the same? Things that interested him, he could collect as well. His eyes roamed the clearing, and then he was gone. Wandering the valley, never straying far from the borders, soon his maw held a rather interesting looking assortment of herbs, plants, and something that looked suspiciously like Jimson weed, dried and cracked and potentially not that potent at all.