Blackfoot Forest nothing succeeds like excess

Tonravik had found what she needed, here. Satisfied with this find, she began to root around for other familiar scents of herbs that were... Well, less detrimental. She picked from the earth those same scents, and ripped them from their earthy home. Her work was not so neat as professionals, and certainly there was more a likeness to her killing a thing than careful extraction. 

Still, it did the job. These scents were plants she specifically recalled her mate having utilized. What they did exactly, she intended to ask.