Neverwinter Forest starlight

backdated to around the 16th, just acknowledging her starting her cache

She hasn't been long settled at Neverwinter Forest, but already her thoughts have turned toward making it a home. There are many ways in which she'll need to prepare for her future children, for spring and pack life overall, and she knows she'd best get started immediately. The first thing she needs to do is make herself useful in the way she knows how, the way she'd promised: as a medic. And a medic isn't half as useful without the tools of their trade.
So she begins the morning with the goal of starting a cache of herbs, rising with the sun and letting @Mal know about her plans, and how he might be able to help in small ways for now. She starts her hunt within the territory, hopeful about the potential it holds. Spring has only recently arrived, and there are few mature herbs to be found, but she manages to hunt down a few things. By an old fallen tree she finds a cluster of tiny flowers useful for nausea; harvesting them is a rather delicate process, but worth it in the end. For pregnant wolves, the flowers are invaluable — with this in mind, she hardly notices the vague ache in her jaws as she carries them back to her cache.
Deeper into the territory, she finds an oddly sunny patch, a thinning in the canopy that allows for some bolder plants to grow in the light. Here, an herb to help fight and prevent infections. The sight brings a smile to her features, and she places the flowers aside and sets to work digging up roots. It takes even longer, but she's satisfied by the time she finishes, paws and muzzle dusted with fresh dirt as she steps away with her prize. A mouse darts from between the stalks of the plants she’d left untouched. She drops the roots, startled, then sighs. Another delay. She glances toward the sky as she collects them, noting that the day will be over sooner than she’d like.
Her next destination is outside the borders, though she finds herself stopped relatively near to the edges of the forest. Bright flowers, exactly the kind she’d been seeking. She hurries to gather a few, surprised to find them so early in the season, but she doesn’t think too much about it. Questioning luck has never been in her nature. The flowers themselves are useless to her; it’s the seeds she’s after, though they’ll need to dry for a few days before she can shake them loose. Still, it’s a lucky find.
She decides the day has been fruitful enough, and returns for the last time to her herb cache with flowers dangling from her mouth by the stems. Satisfied but tired, she spends the rest of the day lazily organizing what she’d found to her liking, and finding a suitable spot to dry the poppies. By the time the sun sets, she’s exhausted, heavily flower-scented, and very much ready for a meal and sleep.