Phoenix Maplewood Looking For Some Herbs

This looked lonely!

He watched in silence a good distance away, obscured by threadbare and frosted mapletrees, as Spring rooted throught the snow in the hopes of finding useful herbs. With the help of the new arrivals, the herb cache had been somewhat restored, but it was still not enough. Winter was a season of slim pickings, and despite their best efforts to recover, if a packmate were to be seriously injured, Reek would still be ill equipped to heal them.

A general sense of pessimism overcame Reek with the turning of the season and it seemed it was here to stay. His ability to accentuate the negitive had been amplified ten-fold. He took a few steps forward and cleared his throat to grab Spring's attention. "I appreciate the effort," he called out from a distance with a sense of genuine gratitude for her efforts, however, negativity had crept it's way into his very persona. "But, it's no use. You're not going to find anything." The snow was still too thick. The cold, too frigid. The only option remaining was to wait this winter spell out.