Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

Hedda was not mistaken - after a little bit of time spent searching, she caught the unmistakeable aroma of the wild rosemary - such a princess name for such a noble plant. Again - it was not the season and the scent was not that distinct and prominent as it would have been, when it came to full bloom. It was useless in it's current form too, but knowing the location of the source was always useful. Therefore, ignoring the fact that her feet began to sink in the water, when the soft surface she was walking on gave way, the witch proceeded at quite remarkable pace, sometimes padding, sometimes leaping from spot to spot.

She had found the place, where the scent was the thickest and recognized the plant she had been looking for, when a lonely howl raised in the air. From what Hedda could tell, the person in question was searching for someone. It also saved her the disappointment in finding out that this particular spot of land was claimed by someone/somebody. She cast a quick glance around, memorizing the most important details and then left it, heading in the direction she had heard the call first. Others may have run at the prospect of meeting danger face to face. Hedda was quite the contrary - she was the worst thing a person could encounter in a desolate place like this after all.