Stavanger Bay Tangled in Seaweed

Aimingfora caregiver thread, for @Ford

The den that her aegaeon had helped pick out was a rather roomy alcove, in the spring the brittle curtain of lichen and moss would grow lush and create a hideout. she found that this space would be perfect to help her patients, a place that she could keep another canine in whether they were small or large and they would both be relatively comfortable. Well, comfortable if the other wolf did not mind her curling up next to them. Over the past month she had gathered the herbs that the harsh winter allowed to grow and thrive in this territory, her home. she had dried out most of the plants in the cold sun to preserve them and allow them to be used later, she would just need more for them to be effective. Dried was not as good as fresh but in the colder months, the brittle husks would have to do.

A smile seemed to spread over her lips as she tucked a few more herbs into the holes that were in the side of her den, organizing them by scent and what they might be used for. What did she need now? Her golden tipped ears perked as she thought of what she could probably find an abundance of, seaweed.

Slowly she nosed the brittle strands of lichen ans she pushed her way out of her medical den, the cold wind seemed to be just a gentle breeze as she moved closer and closer to the sound of the sea. It had become a comforting sound, a song that she could listen to all day and today, she was going to enjoy its music as she collected what it could provide her.