Herbalists' Cache LXXII

few winds stirred here the pinewood branches where mountain boulder tread with @New Snow. he was careful but confident, having not strayed so near the edge of the taiga for a long while. beyond were the uneven shadow of the mountains, something that did not appeal to the rise man.

inhaling the thick scent of herbaceous splendor, he was reminded of the haelend.

yellow eyes turned now toward his mate. it was not a place positioned for easy defense or hunting, though the fragrances here ran rich with the trails of small game.