Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

The mention of plants caused a pang of sadness in his chest; it reminded him of mom and home, and he felt guilty again for leaving. He wondered if that would ever change. Along with the guilt came a deep interest, though. He had always been filled with questions about his mom's healing and plants, and had picked up some stuff over the months. He had often watched his mom tend to their packmates as Kaistleoki's healer and in return, he knew how to clean wounds and the basic things to use for pain and to prevent infection. Of course, knowing these things and actually having to use the knowledge were two different things completely. Still, he was interested to know what kind of plants were here, and he followed close to Tuvaq until they stopped near a tree. 

An apple? He wasn't sure he had ever heard of that. What do you do with one of those, he asked, deep blue gaze lifting to look at the strange things hanging from the tree. Tuvaq stopped near the base of the tree and then lowered himself some as if he were going to jump. This worried Acheron a little, and he moved closer. Be careful, he gently warned. Whatever he had planned, it looked like a good way to get himself hurt, and he definitely didn't want that happening.