She'd found the place shortly before the snows had come, hidden away near the roots of a tree at the edge of a small clearing. It was a healer's den; that much was made obvious by the tidy little shelves and piles of fast-fading herbs. It smelt musty, cool and earth, obviously having gone unused for a long time. Most of the herbs were useless, but a few had kept fairly well, and the girl hoped that they may be of use. Drawn to the semi-familiarity of the place, she'd moved all the herbs she'd amassed here; those taken from Krypton's old cache, those she had found herself, and those already here.

She spent much of her time organizing carefully the stores in silence, sometimes humming little tunes under her breath as she worked. She knew the basic herbs, of moss and cobweb too, but some of the herbs she had found in the established dens were foreign. She'd have to figure out their uses eventually (and for that she had a plan she was hesitant to enact) but for now, her knowledge would have to suffice. 

She left the den now, peering into it once and huffing her satisfaction before moving through the clearing, shaking the herb dust from her pelt as she inspected the pile of rejected herbs a short distance from the exit, picking through it to ensure that she hadn't missed anything useful.