The other sat down. Ridley echoed his movement, taking a step back and settling on his own hind quarters. His long thick tail curled around him loosely, a habit to keep it from being stepped on or grabbed easily. His silver eyes shined in the shadows of the night, catching the faintest rays of moonlight and glowing with them. Eyes that reflected light and shined just like his mothers.
When the other wolf mentioned that the plant bloomed only at night, Ridley's mind immediately started processing the various sorts of plants that could be his target. "It could be the Ipomoea alba, or perhaps the cestrum nocturnum. That might grow in these parts. It could also be the epiphyllum oxpetalum. Might get pricked with that one when harvesting." Ridley, suddenly, realized that he had been talking out loud to himself as he pondered the plants that the other might be searching for. He froze momentarily, his glassed-over gaze as his mind worked refocusing once more.
"What does it look like?" That would certainly help him narrow down the dozens of possibilities. "Properties? Scent? Leaf shape? Petal shape?" Just as Ridley was ready to potentially offer his help, a spirit he'd been chasing earlier swooped down, circled him in a dust of smoke, and took off into the sky. Ridley's body jerked in the direction of the spirit as his eyes locked onto it and watched it float away. His own form flickered for a moment, ready to pursue, but then he remembered that he wasn't alone. His gaze shifted back to the other as Ridley was now standing once more. The flickering form of him ceased. Was the other capable of even seeing the spirit? It was possible, since the barrier between the realms was so thin on this night.