Deepwood Weald We're up all night playing video games

Luc's tail dipped down with disappointment to know that his discovery wasn't useful, but he didn't let it get him down for long. Hopping back to his normal jaunty walk, the jovial juvenile followed Speedy out to where the trees grew sparse. Here the ground was mostly a mix of mud, snow and dead grasses; he couldn't smell anything but muck and old game trails.

Speedy, on the other hand, had a keener nose for botany, for she indicated a clump of dried foliage and explained that in warmer weather this would be medicinal. Lucas' tail waved as he skipped over and dropped his snout to gingerly inhale the plant's aroma, committing it to memory for when spring came back 'round. If you asked him, it kind of smelled like the rest of the grass. How do you know it'll become marigold? he asked, shooting the Moonspear wolf a quizzical smile. What if it turns into something else?

Lucas clearly didn't know how plants worked. He thought they just sort of appeared and what they were was random. Indicating the heavy fir boughs of a nearby tree with a hound-esque point, Lucas next asked, are these useful too?