Herbalists' Cache dark sky

Considering his limited vocabulary and the lack of conversation he'd grown accustomed to as a child, it took him a moment to parse all of what the stranger said. Something about small red plants. The rest of it went in one ear and out the other, unfortunately. Spoken word was essentially a second language for him, and communicating in such a way was difficult for the yearling.

Dune shook his head half in lack of comprehension and half in a negative to her question. He was certain that his look of befuddlement would come across, but he did not worry. To the north, wolves had few plants to deal with, and even fewer wolves there used them for anything other than curing an upset stomach.