Broken Antler Fen My fur is hot, my tongue is cold

anyone who wants to meet Kareja!

Kareja moved slowly through the glen, stopping every now and then to sniff at promising plants. She was trying to select which ones to grow in her garden, having been side tracked by Horosk. She would admit, she was intrigued by him but she quickly pushed girlish notions away in favor of her task.

Spotting the clump of blackberry brambles she had marked with a cairn of stones, she grinned in pleasure before moving towards them. Kareja selected one of the smaller bushes before digging it up, careful to leave some of the nutrient rich soil around it to keep the plant from drying out. 

Carrying it as tenderly as she might a pup, the white she wolf made her way back across the territory to her hidden garden.