Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

He heard her approach, heard her pawsteps in the snow — heavy, obvious, and unhidden — and knew she was not here to heckle or attack him. If such had been her intention, she'd have snuck towards him with lighter pawsteps or rushed him with quicker ones, either of the two. Still, her presence did not remain unacknowledged, his head lifting when her question was asked, liver colored eyes turning to her, taking her in.

Nei, He answered after a moment, glancing down at the stones again. This one seeks heimskautamosa, ah... It grows upon the stones and ground. For assisting in healings.