Firefly Glen this senseless, thoughtless world

Lucky for Keres he had collected some lavender. Without a word to her, he vanishes into his den and sorts past the meager cache to the herb. Taking it in his mouth, he brings it back out and drops a small dosage at her paws. "This should do the trick" he utters now that his jaws were free. A paw reaches out to pat the small bundle "lavender."

The herb had been dried and kept warm in his den. He expected it to help Keres calm down and stop fidgeting, if that's what she was doing. "Take all of it" Holland instructs, removing his paw. The amount he had given her was small but if she needed something stronger, she'd have to come back tomorrow. He wasn't going to perscribe a lot of herbs to his pack mates. They could get addicted.