Totoka River foam on the waves

the coast seemed a decent place to settle. in realism terms, it was close to water and foliage. it had enough cover. it was nearly perfect. she would have much preferred a deep dark cavern to store her precious supply of herbs. a supply that was going to grow come spring. fools oft went where they were not wanted, and she admitted that some would attempt to take some of her collection. this is why she lacked a proper 'base'. finding none that suited her. none that stood out. she could not carry any of her find with her. 

and so she was left to wander without them. she had enough confidence to know exactly what she used and how it was used. should the need ever arise, however, she was lacking on a cache. it was time to remedy such a thing. Huntington strolled near the nearest water source, attempting to find some herbs that grew well by such liquid. the frost had all but destroyed stock; she would find nothing here. at least not until spring. she resisted a sigh, lifting her gaze to spot another nearby. a few paces away, gnawing at themselves like a trapped coyote. 

she said nothing to the woman, shifting her body to partake in a few laps of the water. as far as she was concerned, they appeared busy. best not to natter them.