The Bracken Woods What is this strange land?

The last time she'd wandered this way she'd noticed how lush and full of life the forest was. At the time, she hadn't had the opportunity to collect any herbs or other samples to add to her garden, but she decided to set back out and see if she might find something on her own time. The timing was a little less than opportune. It was cloudy with a high chance of rain, but these northern parts were often cloudy and she hoped the weather would hold out long enough for her to complete the journey.

She had no such luck. She'd gathered a mouthful of herbs when the pitter patter of rain began to fall softly upon the upper canopies. Citali glanced upwards as she hoped the span of leaves would help fend off the majority of the rain. For a while, the woods provided shelter to those things below, but as the rain picked up she felt the drops upon her pelt. Citali's mood soured. It seemed the rain was here to stay and she was stuck in it. Time to find shelter.

Her paws picked up the pace as she doubled back and searched for a place to wait out the storm. No such luck. With her terrible sense of direction, she ended up happening upon a field. That wouldn't do. Wide open like that, there was no room for the cover of trees. She frowned behind her mouthful of herbs and contemplated what to do next. She could make a run for it. Frostfire and it's many caves wasn't too far away... it was just a matter of how long she wished to spend in the full rain.

The sight of another wolf distracted her. Perhaps this individual new a good place to wait out the storm? Citali tried to bark towards her, but with the greens in her mouth, communicating was impossible. With a resigned sigh, she abandoned her herbs and decided to approach the stranger. "Hello there!" she greeted as she neared the female. "You haven't happened to see any good places to wait out the storm around here, have you?"