Amon was likely to be useless in this endeavor. He knew the forest as well as he knew any other temporary resting place - there were trees, and grass, and dirt, but nothing specific stood out to him. The forest in the caldera's low lands was different from this one, for instance. But he wouldn't have realized this without the pale woman's mention of specificity; the aging beast listened to her description and then began looking around.
White flowers, trumpet shaped - but what was a trumpet? And how big was big, really? After a few minutes of searching, Amon's fervor dwindled until he was only going through the motions.
Ain't seen anything like that before, as far as I know. But I ain't an herbal specialist, really... What are they for?