and wild plum trees in tremulous white

A sudden tug of recollection pulled at the sheepdog; she needed to return to the coast to check the shoreline for her lambs. Dancing a hip-swiveling, sidestepping circle around the two grayscale wolves, she filled her bowl with the herbs she knew: yarrow, celandine, poppy, and raspberry leaves. She plucked delicately the roundest, ripest berries she could espy, leaving a good amount still growing on the boughs, and placed them in a bowl of stiffened hide. Then she made to nuzzle softly at each pewter-furred chin and briskly turned for home.