Phoenix Maplewood Here weary traveler, rest your wand

how could I resist?

The lands were starting to become fertile again. For the healer this meant a few things. Mostly it was time to start collecting herbs and properly antiquating herself with the lands and finding where she could expect the plants to grow. The greyscale woman had made her way from the Dragon's Keep and down into the valley, her steps sure and slow - she would not waste her time or her energies in any injuries while there was so much work to be done. 

Her keen eyes caught a figure up ahead - only vaguely aware from her Heda of the past troubles with the wolves of the woods she knew of the precarious treaty that had been dashed so long ago. It had been abandoned, those wolves trekking a great deal away out of fear and the awareness that they wouldn't survive against the Dragons once they were roused. The figure though was a splendidly colored as the creatures of lore, his pelt standing out against the bark and sparse foliage as if he had been painted there instead. 

She could not quite tell what he was doing from the distance she was at and so she approached. Fearless, though not reckless, the Dragon watched the red male.