Herbalists' Cache From chance to providence

"Adventure," she breathed, repeating the word like it was the name of some omnipotent god. The girl thought she had been on adventures before— child-like games, really— but honestly she had never left the vast stretch of The Cove before the disaster, and even then she ran almost straight to Porcupine Ridge, and hadn't branched very far from there since her arrival. There was a brave notion in her chest, that she would like an adventure, to see the world and meet its various cases of wolves, but she was much too much of a homebody (and too greatly frightened by too many things) to ever go very willingly. "I've never been on a real adventure," she told her companion, tail waving as she traipsed at his side. "I'm just exploring. Just trying to see the places around my home on Porcupine Ridge. Where.. where are you from?"