Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

He'd forgotten that flowers could hurt- but he knew the feeling of a thorn, and the pain of foxtail barley. He did not know the name of the plants, but he recognized them easily enough, and avoided them when he could. The one mentioned was not one Skáld had ever truly investigated- and it was with reasonable caution that he approached the leafy green plant to study it more closely. 

His ears flattened at the thought of being stung, though it did not have long, obvious thorns like the wild rose bushes. He was tempted to touch it with his nose to see what Gunnar was talking about, since it wasn't immediately obvious how fine white hairs could sting...but he trusted Gunnar, and withdrew slightly. "How do you use them without getting stung?" He asked.