Redtail Rise Little Tin Soldier

In search of herbs, Potema went north, further north than she had in a long time. There was one specific plant that was evading her in her search, forcing her far from Blackfeather Woods. Henbane. No matter where she looked, the little plant was no where to be found. In desperation the witch travelled as north as she thought the plant would dare to grow, combing the landscape in her search for some sign of the plant.

When she felt a slight chill in her spine as she entered Redtail Rise, she knew that the plant would grow no further north than here. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, the witch decided to bed here for the day and return south and try once more. Surely the plant must be here somewhere!

A growl in her stomach distracted her from her pursuits. Finding a herb was nice, but finding food would be much better. The white witch heeded her stomach's demands, her stance quickly going from herbalist to hunter as she scowered the Rise.

Her single blue eye scanned the area around her, on the lookout for something...wait. What's that? Potema squinted at the small brown figure in the distance. That didn't look like a rabbit. The witch approached, curious as the form melded from a brown blob to a canine shaped figure...a pup? What are you doing out here all alone? She called, parting from the shadows of the forest to walk towards the boy.