Bearclaw Valley i recounted the memories

"Yes, the golden kind, at least." That was most of what grew around here, if he could recall properly. He'd seen purple indigo before, but it wasn't common. "That's true," the boy responded in kind to the idea of blood stains needing to be washed off. "With dye, it wouldn't have to be refreshed as much. Every now and then, I'm sure, but nowhere near as frequently. Plus it would look better, and wouldn't attract as many unwanted predators." Not necessarily the bears, though Evien was a bit apprehensive of the idea.

Purple was a tough one. Not a lot of stuff made purple or blue dye, he could recall his grandfather stating. "Pokeweed berries are kind of reddish purple," he offered. "Almost maroon? It's been a while since grandfather told me about all of these," he admitted sheepishly.