Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

So the pups had been growing, then. Soon they'd be half-years, then yearlings. Frederick remembered his own yearling days with a bitter-sweetness. Both a love for what had been and a sorrow for what was no longer. They'll be getting big, soon. He hummed.

What kind of herbs? The man asked. If you tell me what they look like, I might be able to help. His tail begun to sway at the idea. He knew very, very little on the topic of plants. But he was certainly curious when it came to learning.