Herbalists' Cache currach

The femme planned to explore a wee bit for the day. The kindness of her new pack, and the closeness they were gaining surprised her greatly. She needed some time to think, so she padded off into the deep woods.

Her thoughts were jumbled. Unorganized and fretfful. She wondered what would happen if famine would take over the valley, or if pups would be conceived this season. In a way unusual to her normal control, Semira let her thoughts be.

She padded through the brush, her cinnamon coat sliding past branches and ferns with ease and silence. The moss underfoot was comforting to her paws, which until recently, had been use to the sharp rocks of the cliff faces she wandered.

A female voice made Semira pause her lengthy stride. Did she want to converse? The whole point had been to get away to think. She shrugged, pulling her heavy form through the foliage and towards the song. "Hello?" She asked the femme, who's gaze was intensely searching the ground. "Have you lost something?" She stepped towards the other more compact wolf, her concern growing.