Heron Lake Plateau ne les laisse pas la ternir

Medicine, ah! She was not particular familiar with this, no, but the smells she had grown accustomed to. Gods only knew that her mother was often kept with paws full treating this scrape and that bump (and well, more than likely worse that she was unaware of) and it was long a scent that Phoebe associated with her.

There was only a brief deliberation that flickered to because admittedly, it sounded like work and what child enjoyed work, but the offer entailed that she would be away from the cacophony her siblings were no doubt stirring up in her absence. "Okay," she decided with a bobble of her head, her tail swinging to match the enthusiasm of an adventure. She pressed against the downy furs at her mother's chest as though to signal that she was ready to follow, and urged her silently to take the lead.

Besides, once she had it in her head that she'd get to tear up plants, she'd be all about it.