Firefly Glen Stretching my bones to know the world from where you stand

Fennec didn't even have time to crack a wise remark before Meerkat course corrected her initial statement.  Alright, probably for the best, all things considered.  She could contemplate the ethics of making jokes at her patients' expense later.

These ones have small roundish leaves, but yeah.  They have a smell.  Scent was vivid, but hard for her to describe.  Especially with how subtle the differences were.  Some were "spicier", some "bland", some just... off.  But even with those words, the nuance was lost.

Did you eat something rotten or something? Fennec asked as Meetkat presumably led the way.  As they arrived at the trees, she'd nose around them, scenting the bark and the leaves to look for the particular sort she needed to find.