Every step was an unsure one. One that could make or break a wolf. But she was determined to understand and learn... everything there was about flowers. One that was given her name. It wasn't without risk or failure... But she made it to adulthood. Much to her surprise. Learning a self-taught herbalist was more made of a scary thing. Trying to find remedies- and accidental failures that cost her friendships, or acquaintances.
But it was the only way she knew.. her nose had a talent for it. Wasn't that why her father named her it? She was uneasy coming in to the forest. Her head low, and every inch of her was stiff, moving in on a patch of revival herbs...
Nipping the flowers that she only needed the stems and leaves for. Her ears went up at the first sign of movement where she immediately laid almost to the ground. Even her breath got captured..
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