Herbalists' Cache tut-tut

Tut-tut was the sound that found its way from her lips as she stepped into a pile of snow and sink-sank-sunk. The pine-needled floor had deceived her in this instance, sinking Liatris into the snow drift and causing her to express her disapproval. Above her the boughs of the coniferous trees creeked in protest of the heavy snow and ice that they carried and Liatris's light brown eyes watched them with an abundance of caution.  Her limbs struggled in the snow to free themselves, careful not to twist or turn akwardly and cause her muscles to contract in the cold.

After a few moments of careful deliberation and action, Liatris freed herself from her snowy capture and took a moment to review her surroundings. She had only traveled seventy or so miles in the last week, taking her time to get acquainted with the area. Winter didn't yield her too many encounters, most, she assumed were sticking close to their packgrounds. Liatris knew, however, that her safety relied on numbers. Eventually, she would need to learn more about the packs in the area and determine if any of them was an appropriate fit for her. The trouble was, the yearling still wasn't entirely sure what her fate had in mind.