Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

<3 I don't mind a little slower pace, no worries please!

Thyme shot her a grin. "The plant or me?," he chuckled. "Thyme the wolf just be wandering," he admitted. "Thyme the plant... It can help with fighting infections. Probably not with falling down. Thyme the wolf might, but he can't help fighting," he shrugged lightheartedly. It seemed he had accepted that fate.

"My mother," he spoke, his tone a little softer but not discouraged. "She is from here, pretty sure. I do recognize those mountains," he spoke and pointed his muzzle towards the sunspire mountain range. "I used to live there with her." He realized that he didn't know if his mother was actually from those mountains but... she was probably not there anymore either.