The Sentinels my soul won't take

"Interesting." She responded softly, pausing in her search for herbs to reflect upon his words. She had never heard of packs migrating before; to Eigma, that was a freedom indicative to the rogues which she had once lived alongside. Leaving one home for another sounded... Difficult. But the pack seemed to flourish here. Before she could say anything else, Eigma noticed something in the soil that was more familiar than any of the other plants - it looked like a greener, more lively version of a dried herb that the healers had left for her, time and again. "Ah, here we go." While the woman couldn't identify the name of the plant, she thought it was accurate enough of a find. "Looks like I can contribute after all." With that, she pawed at the plant so that more of it was exposed, and then grabbed at it - pulling the plant and its roots free with a tousle of her neck.