Totoka River the weather ain't the way it was before

Anyone still welcome to pop in if they'd like.

His ears perked, listening in to her surprise that he would be considered leader here, granted he was not groomed for the position, in her opinion. He couldnt help but be offended, if only because it was Hua's choosing he be her Emperor and he trusted her opinion quite so. Still, he didnt think leadership was something meant for males, for he believed in woman superiority. He was leader here, sure, but Hua's word and law was final to him and he backed that. He supposed maybe he shouldnt be too offended then. 

Her words were made clear further by her explanation, mentioning that she needed to catch up on her own fighting tactics and wondered if he would be interested in training her a bit. Their leaders were advanced warriors and it made so since that it was odd a scout was Lead for her now. In Aiolos opinion, the best fighter of the pack did not always make for the best leader. It was one that was rounded in all manners but even more to the wisest, most knowledgeable and most respected and admired within the ranks. You've plenty of time to learn and grow, I'm sure. She was, after all, still quite a young woman. Barely even so at that. But I wouldn't mind at all teaching you some things. If anything, to understand and utilize what skills she already had on the subject. 

Now it was his time to learn and he listened closely with attentive expression as she explained. He tried to keep up, really, but it was obvious this was where Aiolos failed and she succeed. Coltsfoot, dandelions, fennel, feverfew, daises, marigold, watermint... Wait, he knew that one! 

And so he moved forward, putting a little more space between he and she as he paused every so often, sniffing at the grasses and along the rocks and reeds by the river bed they traveled up. Really, he was just looking for flowers of any kind and hoped that one might fit the bill. And then.. I found one! He perhaps screamed way to loudly, his excitement showing by the heavy wag of his tail behind him. He could almost pass in that moment as a yearling, overwhelmed with enthusiasm for having done a good job. A few little clusters of watermint nestled in the moist soil by the river. It was little, the blooms well gone by now, but it was something at least.