Stone Circle young heart

The now leader of the pack approached. Her tail beat against her hocks shyly and submissively as she lowered her head in greeting. Lemmikki was, thus far, a timid girl. But Skáld was one of those that had taken care of her, and so she sometimes was a little less reserved toward them. They had warm eyes in a (temperately) cold place, and Lemmikki found herself smiling at him. 

She placed the herb on the floor and inelegantly spat out whatever she could not remove of it that lingered on her tongue. And then she gestured at the plant on the floor, asking in a voice so soft it would be easy for a mere breeze to overtake it, what is this one? Do you know?