Whitebark Stream milk&

the healer pokes around a moment, before selecting something and depositing it in front of the girl. her nose scrunches, ears sweeping back a moment. "yuck," she announces, though she proceeds to poke it with her paw, dragging it lightly across the floor of the den. "where'd you get it?" she certainly had not found anything quite so pungent while digging through the earth with her siblings. she echoes the name aloud, softly, taking care to pronounce it correctly.