Herbalists' Cache saturday night live

Twix does not move when she first hears the foot steps, staring down at the ground as her arms moved lazily back and forth. Her tail droops to one side and she sighs again. She stills her arms when the dark creature comes into view and she shifts a little for a better look, gripping the limb and pushing herself up. Instead of passing by the tree, the canine lowers to the ground and makes themselves comfortable. She narrows her eyes and fixes her seat in the crook, saddling the branch above the predator.

Now that she’s held up in the tree, the urge to get down has never been greater. While she doesn’t really know what to do, she decides to make the best of it and see what she can get if only to give her… something. Twix snaps a twig from the brand and drops it, watching it fall to the wolf below.