Blacktail Deer Plateau darjeeling or peppermint

Mother.
His nose found her. Bampa's feet followed the trail, picking up the pace even though the limp slowed him. Wolves were near, his nose told him that too; it didn't matter. She was the most important creature in the world, and she would know how to fix him. Mothers knew everything. They knew what plants were tasty and which ones would make you sick. They knew how to find the tastiest moths in the rocks of the mountains. They knew how to make male bears go away. They even knew when it was the right time to run away, a lesson that Bampa had failed to remember when he had decided to try to protect sister bear.

At last he caught up to her, but she was some distance away. He could see her at the very least, and that was enough for him to hope.

Mother, he said quietly, stepping forward, pleading. She had moved away from him before. Ever since she had decided he was fine to be on his own, he had tried several times to crawl back into her care. Each and every time he was rejected, but maybe... just maybe, this time would be different.