Shadowwyn Moor that blackness called night

She needed to find someplace closer to home for herbs. The north was difficult at best to find things. With hard soil and frosty earth, her options were limited. Traveling south? Each trek took far too long for her liking. She could not hope to protect her fellow wolves from illness or ailment if her remedies were so far away. No. She'd look elsewhere. She'd hope like hell she could find something useful. 

Traveling southeast this time, Citali found herself passing through forests and flatlands. If she found something interesting, she made note to return through a similar area so she might pick things up on her way back home. Ugh. Home. Was she calling the rise that already? She shivered at the thought.

Instead she distracted herself with her task at hand and happened upon a wolf going after goldenrod. Interesting. She hunted for it once and now it seemed all of the wilds was after the very same plant. "Interesting choice, goldenrod," she announced, tail a banner behind her as she neared the wolf. "Try not to kill anyone with it."