Sunset Valley Wait for them to ask you who you know

Somewhat baffled by the curt response, the pale furred wolf blinked, trying to figure out where to go from there. She became suddenly aware of how odd the youth was, or rather, how odd she was. All she could do was take the stranger's words at face value, for many of the plants in the area were unknown to her, although the method of gathering herbs was familiar. Now cocking an ear, she wondered if she had only imagined a trace of uncertainty in the youth's voice.

"Aren't you supposed to dry the herbs after they've been picked?" The words escaped her maw before she could mull them over. Wide eyed and slightly embarrassed, she tried to back track. "I mean, I'm not really a healer, and most the plants here are new to me. So I guess you'd know better, pup." She peered around sheepishly, wondering if she could find anything that she recognized.