Fairspell Meadow The Cold War Kid

Potema was vaguely aware of the nearby "dark pack"'s presence and the history between them and her birth pack's. She was blissfully unaware of such things as she scoured the land for herbs of all sorts, returning them safely to the Dark Brotherhood's herb stores. This trip was no different as she plunged into the neighboring meadow, intent on gathering the medicinal flowers that began to bloom as spring slowly turned to summer. Already the witch had daisies and dandelions wrapped up and held tightly in her jaws, but she was sure she could fit a few more before returning back to Blackfeather Woods.

Her single eye scanned the meadow, searching intently for marigold — the golden flower would be useful for wounds...especially her brothers'. Potema didn't find any sign of the flower, instead she found a dead fox and a wolf instead. Her eyebrow raised quizzically as she absorbed the scene: fox vs. wolf; fox lost, but not without dealing damage. The red welts on the other white female's (she was meeting a lot of those lately, wasn't she?) pelt were obvious, burning bright and angry as the woman breathed over the fox's corpse. Potema stepped forward curiously, then dropped the bundle of flowers to her feet as she spoke in a lazy, slightly condescending drawl. If you're just going to stare at it, I'll take it. A fox's pelt could easily be used for a bag to transport herbs when she went out on excursions like this.