She was so very shy, it was almost disconcerting. He could only imagine the kinds of horrors that could cause a wolf to behave so meekly, and he studied her, wondering what might have happened to her in her past. The girl was so young, hardly old enough to have a past, but he supposed everyone had one, no matter their age. Flicking his ears at her words, the male arched his brows. "Gather what?" he asked, the word unfamiliar. The cat glanced about him, his eyes alighting on the poor-smelling orange flowers. "You mean these smelly flowers?" Serkan eyed the plants warily, as though he didn't trust them. Even so, they were surely of some use to the young woman, so he shrugged in response, an accepting gesture. "Be my guest," he hummed with a faint smile.
Serkan observed the young girl lazily, hardly bothered enough to rise from his position upon the rock. He found himself somewhat amused that he had only found females around here so far, most of them wolves. It was a strange phenomenon, but he supposed it was nothing more than a coincidence. The beast flicked his tail once more, his forepaws flopping over the edge of the boulder as his snout followed, his curious gaze darting between the girl and the flowers. "What do they do? These... milfoil plants." Serkan was far from knowledgeable when it came to plant life. Being an assassin, he had never found a need to study foliage and their medical purposes - there had always been women around for that. Now that the cat was on his own, he supposed it would be wise to pick up a thing or two.