Bramblepoint But I keep cruising

She had been here many times to gather herbs or feast on the different types of fruit that grew on the bushes and trees that called the forest home. She wasn't expecting to find any of fruit now, though, since most of the trees were bare or well on their way there in response to the freezing temperatures. Mostly, she found snow covered plants as she moved through the trees, but she was doing one last medicinal plant search before winter officially set in. She hoped to still find something useful, but was afraid she might have come too late.

The healer moved along the cold ground, nose busy taking in the scents around her. It would be easy to miss something with her eyes, but her nose could pick up even the slightest scent of useful plant. So far, though, she hadn't found anything worth while, but she pushed forward, determined to not return home empty-pawed.