Whitefish River Like the magazines say

Ragwort. Huh.
It sounded weird, but Ryn didn't know all the words yet so all words sound funny really.
She sniffed at it like Speedy told her too. Ew, yeah. It was icky.
She sneezed, then rubbed her nose clean.
Ryn looked up to Speedy. So this was like willow. Hm.

She tilted her head to the woman before following, bounding after her to keep up. She hadn't yet grown long enough legs to keep up at an easy trot.
Soon, the approached the river. Mama told her to never get too close, so she hung back a little. Uncertain what to do without her.
Though it looked like Speedy was expecting her to look at something, so Ryn approached closer, eyeing the water suspiciously.

Moss.
It looks like plant fluff. Her head tilted and she sniffed at it, curious. It smelt like dirt and rain.
It was for this thing called wounds to stop this bleeding stuff and was used to capture water to help clean these wounds and for the patient to drink.
Speedy paused, looking to Ryn with soft eyes.
"What bleeding?"