Cedar Sweep .not_human

Grace again found herself wandering away from home, limping between towering cedars, sniffing along for any herbs to collect and bring home for her stores. She'd put off exploring the Silver Creek pack until later - but still she ran into others. The scent of another female was close, and Grace was on high alert as she stalked forward, ears swiveling nervously with low hanging head and tail. Had she not been so soft faced and rounded, one might mistake her for some sort of coyote. 

The nervous girl kept walking, on high alert, but did not seek out this wolf. Partially because she was nervous, but mostly because of the clump of Thyme that claimed her attention. Humming joyously in her chest, Grace settled back on her haunches, leg jutting out awkwardly from underneath her to start gently digging around the roots. If she could, she would bring the entire plant back home - once there, she would not only replant it, but thin out the leaves and gather roots and seeds to expand her garden should it not survive.