Ravensblood Forest the depths of depravity

Isley ripped at the bark, tearing it and clawing it down, down, down until the world itself bended to her will. The bark itself would make a good deterrent for any illnesses that might settle. Winter frequently brought on illness; fevers that chilled, that turned the stomach. Isley was working steadily on her caches and with her wounds mostly healed she felt more alive and more of her usual vigor. With any luck she would find someone who might have been interested in her skills - she would have loved to have an apprentice to teach and educate. 

The pack could stand to have more people who were educated. Each one seemed to bring a skill to the table, but, she wanted to see more - more healers, more fighters, more hunters. They'd need a story teller or two to keep their history too. Perhaps once spring came....maybe they'd even consider children running about and they could have need of a proper caregiver.