'Oh...' she said, finding her answer from the grey man. Well, he wasn't doing it very well. That was Odessa's first thought, but she'd never say that out loud. She was too smart, too respectful, too nervous about loosing face within the pack. 'Well... Do you, uh, need any help? she asked steadily, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping forward. She knew little about gardening, but what she did know she was happy to spread around. One day, if she ever got her own den, she hoped to have her own little herb garden outside it. So she wouldn't have to trapse around looking for her ingredients. Of course there would always be plants she couldn't grow herself.
Of course then she'd have to find a green house type thing for the items that only required a situation a few degrees higher than what the Canadian nature could give. And with her own home perhaps she could use some of the space for a makeshift clinic, at least her communal space. Odessa's mind wandered away as she waited for a reply.
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