Gathering

Athena had been spending this morning in the meadow. She was sniffing different herbs, attempting to try to learn the different types that grew in this area. Some smelled bitter, some sweet, and others she couldn't quite place. Having extensive knowledge of poisonous plants, she was now able to concentrate on experimenting and finding out which plant did what. She would gather a few in her mouth and then sit down in the tall grasses, sniffing and sometimes licking each one, trying to memorize their attributes.

Her mother had always been good about herbs and plants and their uses. She recalled cutting her paw as a pup and her mother grinding up a small plant in her mouth and placing it onto the wound. It stung but within a a day the wound had scabbed over. Athena glanced at the small scar from that day. Smiling, she looked up at the sky and wondered if her mother were watching her.