Herbalists' Cache must be in want of a wife

Following Reek's return to the Maplewood, a new appreciation for life had been lit in the depths of his chest. A week of passion away from the trivialities of life was just what he needed to get his head back in it's proper position and to set his troubled soul at peace. Curiously, he felt youthful once more. There was a spring to his step that had returned in full after - unfotunately - being absent for far too long. No longer did Reek grieve for loss after loss, but he celebrated life for what it was... a goddamn rollercoaster.

He didn't settle back in at home for long.  The apathy he held toward replenishing his herb cache in the dead of winter fell away and gave way into hopeful ambition, mirroring his sudden change of spirt.  He set out towards the herbalists cache after a single night back in the Maplewood.

The dusting of snow was lighter here in the cache than it was in the Maplewood, which Reek found curious seeing the close proximity between the two woods. Reek chalked the difference up to the sheer thickness of the cache itself; it's density sheilding it from wicked winter winds. While the Maplewood felt a cold, dead husk, there was life here. Not much, but enough. The smell of herbs made Reek heady with excitement. He pushed through the thicket with a single goal in mind; he would not return home empty handed.