The dual colored wolf was never bothered by size differences, having been towered over most of her life. She returned her attention to the moss she'd began peeling off the rocky surface. Ana gingerly grabbed it with her teeth, pulling it the rest of the way off and tucking it away in her bag as she listened to Moonstone speak. Another thing she was familiar with, pack instability. Her features darkened slightly at the old memory, but it flashed away in a moment. The black and white healer nodded at the question. "Not many things. I'm partial to caves mosses for wounds, less bacteria to cause infection. And some ferns you find at many cave openings tend to do well for poor joints, or stomach issues, depending on the plant itself," she explained.

Perhaps she was going into more detail than was necessary, or maybe she was just thrilled to impart knowledge. It didn't really matter. The more out there with even a basic healing knowledge meant increased odds of survivability. It was never wrong, in Ana's mind at least, to impart useful knowledge to those who sought it out. "It's quite alright, Moonstone. It happens to the best of us. My name is Anatola, but you are welcome to call me Ana," the fae said with a wave of her tail.

"That makes two of us," Ana added with a wave of her tail, "These lands are new to me, so I have to learn where to gather my supplies when my stores get low." Her bright yellow eyes watched Moonstone for a moment more before moving back towards the entrance she had used, being mindful of her step as she did, beckoning the other female to follow. If the girl wanted to learn, Ana would teach without hesitation.