Northstar Vale switchblade

The stirring of her paws through the blanket of fog hovering just above the foliage feels almost sacrilegious. It is so quiet here, she thinks, and considers saying as much to @Lieke, who is draped lazily over her shoulders. She listens for the sound of the weasel's faint, quick breaths, and decides against breaking the silence. Head low, she searches through the fog, gaze raking over leaves and flowers. There are different plants here — too many. How is she to know where to begin?
Do you see this, Lieke? These flowers here? She murmurs, breaking the silence thoughtlessly now to comfort herself. She leans down to nudge the flowers with her nose. They're used to treat coughs in wolves. The passing of knowledge calms her, though she has no way of knowing if Lieke knows or cares what she's talking about. If nothing else, it is a reminder that she does know something.