Young, Wild, and Free

This land was...different.

It was to be expected; not every place was going to be like Blackfeather. But, she was expected to live here for a moon. An entire moon, living in a foreign land, with only her brothers for support. A foreign land with foreign wolves, who lived in the sunshine and knew not of the arts of assassination. She had not seen the red marks of the Dark Brotherhood on the shoulders of these wolves, and they were entirely too friendly and nice for her liking...but she was being biased.

For now, she wandered alongside the river that snaked through the plains. It was slow-moving and deep, feeding the plains and providing the land ample supplies to furnish its treasurehouse of plants. Yes, if there was one thing she liked about this place, it was how much more herbs there were here. Every time she came across one that she recognized, the princess would murmur its name to herself, reminding herself of her studies with her mother.

"Alpine Shooting Star....Bergamot....Prairie Dock....Sideoats Grama....Burdock...."