Cricket Creek Bog Now I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me

"Have a good evening, thank you for your time." She said as the woman stood and moved to leave. She didn't feel threatened by the encounter, she'd gotten the information she'd wanted - and now she could provide the information to Arturo and Lotte to let them know the nature of the area. She offered Feyre a smile and a polite dip of her head. "Perhaps we will run into one another in the future." Hemlock hummed out, although it was mostly to herself. 

She bothered to gather up the borage again, and on her way back - taking a longer route than necessary to return to her wolves - Hemlock gathered a few more leaves for her collection. With any luck it wouldn't be necessary to her at all and she could just store them - worse came to worse she could offer them to Lotte to supplement her litter better. 

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