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It had been so long since Cannie had had time to simply admire the beauty of a territory. Even longer since she'd had enough time to search through the plants, trying with all her might to remember their names and scents. Though some did smell familiar, it was difficult for her to recall their exact title. She had spent far too long forgetting the ways of the world in its simplicity.
She may not have been one to get into fights on purpose, but traveling the world often resulted in injury whether one was expecting or not. Plenty of times she had been patched up by some kind soul only to leave soon afterwards, so one would think she would have some idea of what she was looking at. Yet still the plants' functions managed to escape her.
In something akin to frustration, she found herself picking through the plants of the territory and grabbing anything that seemed medicinal. When she had returned to camp she had a sizable bundle of plant varieties which she laid at her feet. With one paw she began examining each of them closely, giving an occassional sniff and taste. "I know these are important somehow, I just have to. . . remember." Self encouragement was an important part of success, even if everyone else just saw it as talking to yourself.