Blacktail Deer Plateau reminiscence

in truth, clem had been expecting some secret truth then. a sentence, or two, that would bring epiphany, and things would simply click into place and she'd see more clearly, somehow. but rather, it is a reminder of that wolf on their borders. to this she offers a small nod, remembering the man clearly. 

the suggestion that follows is one she'd considered briefly, but never put all that much thought into. "herbs of the heart?" she echoes, contemplatively. her brow furrows, then clears. "I think—yes, I'd like to know to do that. could you teach me, mama?" aningan had asked for her mothers, on the borders. she'd rather like to be the person people ask for, one day; she'd rather like to be useful.