Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Effie laughed again. She, personally, didn't mind the taste of plants. In fact, she tasted just about every plant she could; knowing what they tasted like was part of learning about them. But she understood that it was not something most wolves would enjoy. Hmm. One of these days, I'll find something you'll like, she stated with a grin. She would make it her mission. That is, if he was still willing to try something she offered after making him eat something he so clearly didn't like. 

He agreed to show her around, and so she moved to his side, ready to follow and listen. I appreciate it, she answered with a polite dip of her head. Where does the pack have dens? Is it just in one spot? she asked, curious about everyone else's sleeping arrangements. Maybe they didn't have dens at all. She had spent many nights that way, and although she didn't prefer it, she could make it work if she had to. She would need some place to store plants, too. She wondered if there were any healers here or anyone else interested in plants, but she decided not to overload him with questions just yet.