Herbalists' Cache saturday night live

She was merely passing through, exploring the foreign territory one area at a time. Having dozed most of the afternoon, Muses felt restless, unable to sleep. Allowing her restless paws to carry her where they may, she loped silently across the taiga, watching the scenery around her change, blending from one area to the next.

Once again she found herself in a sparse, forest like area. It was nothing like the dense forest that she had initially travelled through from the north, but she preferred it to the open plains and valleys, especially since the world was not yet blanketed in snow.

A sharp crack urged her to stop immediately, body lowering cautiously. Muses looked about, anxiously licking at the front of her maw. It was followed by a soft thud, and then a single word. Had the dark furred wolf not spoken, Muses might have ran right past her. Instead, she stood several yards away, attention trailing the emerald eyed gaze. When she spotted the cheeky raccoon in the tree, she couldn't top herself from openly chuckling, amazed that she had literally just stumbled upon this bizarre scene.