Phoenix Maplewood Herbs For Spring And Reek

Laika remembered the rabbit Esaro had given her before and she decided to go back and follow the tracks. The rabbit had been plump as ever, very unusual for the middle of winter. Her pads crushed the snow under foot, revealing the deep green grass below. The snow had thinned today, but fog had rolled in, blurring the forest into creepy shadows. The white wolf circled back to where the rabbits blood stained the snow.

The tracks were still visible, small dents in the snow, the tips of grass peeking out. She followed them at a brisk trot, tail straight out behind her, nose to the ground. The smell of greenness filled her nostrils and she knew she was close. She picked up her pace, moving at a graceful lope. Then, all of a sudden, the scent vanished. She let out a frustrated growl, turning around and retracing her steps. It had to be here somewhere!

The scent returned, filling Laika wth hope again. She dug down under the snow. Maybe the rabbit was smart enough to scavenge underneath. No luck. She tried other spots, spots where the scent was strongest. She found some useful plants, but not merely as much of what as needed to fill the rabbits belly. Where could that smell be coming from?