Stone Circle This wolf

She had expectations for the flower, which made Skáld feel a little bit ashamed of himself having plucked it. The forget-me-not could have been medicinal, but this was not one he had been told about. They grew here and there, alongside the creek's edge, and in the shade where it could blossom freely. But he had not yet been told that any part of the plant could be useful, and with its scent being so faint, he doubted that it was, in fact, an herb. 

But he knew another use. 

"Do this," He said, lowering his head as a demonstration.