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No matter how stilted it was, the laugh was music to Bridget's ears.  They shot up in surprise and her smile widened.  You do have a laugh in there, she thought with a chuckle, but she didn't want to mention it and shame her about it.  She didn't want to do anything to risk not hearing that again.

I'm glad.  She really is something, isn't she?  Bridget wasn't sure what to make of their leader.  She was young, but at the same time, Bridget felt like a kid compared to her.  That wasn't a sensation she was used to and while it wasn't offputting, it was certainly... different.  There was a reason that Bridget had never cozied up to the leadership back home.  She wasn't fond of formalities or checking herself, and when she chose a wolf to be around, she preferred one she could say whatever crossed her mind to.  Barring, of course, the comments that would make them stop laughing.

Teya seemed to find more interest in looking at the stars, so Bridget looked up as well, companionably silent for a moment.  You wanted flowers.  She said finally, without shifting her eyes down.  I didn't learn much, but I learned a few.  Mostly flowers to aid a sick stomach or an infected wound.  Willow, ginger, and tansy.  There's a bunch of others, but it would be better to show you.  A few I don't have names for.  She twitched an ear and glanced out of the corner of her eye at her friend.  If you'd be interested, sometime?