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There was a new concept: plants were useful for something. There weren't any healers in Bearclaw Valley that he could recall and the troupe didn't have any wolves that specialized in plants, so Lucas hadn't ever had reason to consider it before. He swept his eyes across the dying foliage on the ground and quirked a brow. They didn't seem like they'd be much good for anything, but he inherently trusted others and didn't have any reason not to believe Speedy.

I'm Lucas, he returned, wagging his tail and meeting her gaze for a second before looking away again. What do you use them for? He thought maybe they'd be good for crushing into some kind of mush, maybe something he could paint with, but beyond that his imagination was too limited to dream up what plants might do. He didn't even know some of them were edible, let alone that they had effects on a wolf's immune system.