Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

As far as she could remember, no one had ever commented on her instinctual submission. It was just part of who she was; she didn't know how not to defer to her packmates. She straightened up a little, although she was unable keep from averting her gaze. 

The Taggerung, she repeated, nodding as she spoke. She gestured to the bundle of plants at her feet. I was going to drop these off at my herb den, she explained. If you'd like to join me, you can, The healer offered. You can tell me more about yourself on the way? if he wanted to, of course.