Hideaway Strath I wonder

Arlette dipped her head when the female pronounced her name correctly. The female glanced at the other with a modest expression. "I'd hardly call it a superpower," she let out, a bit flustered by the compliment. "Nice to meet you as well Zsuzsa," she smiled. Arlette didn't realize that her friendliness wasn't normal for most wolves at the Saints. Then again, the female had been met with kindness and helpfulness ass well. She was eager to return the favor.

"Ah, yes. I am not much of a hunter myself but I really appreciate those who have the skill to do it well. I just accepted that I am good at hunting down plants instead of beasts," she chuckled, since well, plants were not prone to running away like prey was. "What type of animals are most common here in the area?," she asked curiously. Sometimes the local fauna could really have an impact on what type of plants thrived and which didn't.

"The inside of the stems helps against aches, especially in the mouth. The fluff on top helps with soaking up blood from wounds." She pulled on it with her teeth and the fluff came off. Some of it stuck to her muzzle. "Those are the most common uses. I also saw a wolf use it to help with a broken or sprained leg to give it support. So overall a very versatile plant!" Arlette hummed.