Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

Grace tipped her head, thinking for a moment before nodding to Trick. A plan formulated in her head, hoping she was envisioning the right plant. She couldn't think of a lake near them, only the river. Perhaps that's what he meant? Eh, no matter. She had a better plan that would, hopefully, work out well for her. 
    "I'm actually going to check the marsh first. If it grows in watery places that should suffice.... If there arent any, perhaps when we do find some we can plant it there."
She threw him a sly smile, giggling before taking her leave. She'd only wandered into the marsh once, on Warbones demand for her to catch him a duck. It wasn't long ago, and she tried to remember where she'd seen any herbs. The red yearling hadn't been looking at the time, but maybe something would come back to her? 
When eventually her limping gait began to sink into the earth, Grace began to sniff hard. She didn't know the scent of it, but right now any herbs were needed and any would be taken. She did try, however, to look for the horsetail she'd been sent for overall. It took the faded black female a little while, but soon she'd tracked down a plant that looked as the ebony wolf had described. This looked like a bigger version of Fennel, another herb she was a little familiar with. She would later find out that it was, indeed, horsetail. There was only one issue..... There was only one plant left other than a few other wilted ones. Grace did the only thing she really could do.... Increased the water flow and buried the plants that were useless. She hoped to regrow them again in the better conditions, and took the last surviving plant back to Trick. She carried the frilly green plant back towards the den, looking around for Trick to get a confirmation or denial.