Hoshor Plains magenta rhododendron

While the wolves of Moontide busied themselves with preparations for the hunt, Matteo stole himself to the outskirts of the crowds, investigating each of the camps in his own time. 

He headed towards where the healers gathered now when a girl with soft grey fur interrupted him, a sprig of verdant shrub decorated with pretty pink flowers clutched in her jaws. She smelled strongly of fragrant plants and moonvillages; the thought which stirred his tail in a friendly wag. A blessing? Matteo was doubtful, but any distraction from the growing anxiety of the hunt would be welcome enough.

"Uh, sure! How does it work? Does it involve eating that plant..?" a glance at another interested punter, a sandy girl, to see if she was any less confused.