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Besides the fact that it was always way too cold, there was one thing Speedy really disliked about winter, and it was the fact that she couldn't gather herbs. She had always found it to be a peaceful and satisfying way to pass the time, so in the winter she always yearned for it to be spring again so that she could resume her most favorite task. Today, she had gone through her stores to make sure everything was still keeping adequately. Most of what she had seemed to be faring quite well, and she thought it must be due to how cold it was here in the mountains, which she considered a silver lining. Not that she disliked it here, more that she disliked the cold, which she would dislike no matter where she was. She only had to dispose of a few flowers that seemed to be teetering on the edge of being completely useless, and she thought that was pretty good considering she hadn't been able to collect anything fresh at least since the last full moon. 

She had emerged from her den with the intent to find maybe Slavik or Arcturus and see if she could talk them into playing or something, but Charon's call stopped her searching. It seemed important, and so, worried that something was wrong, she wasted no time tracking him down to the rendezvous site. A soft chuff announced her arrival, and she stopped in front of the alpha with a polite dip of her head in greeting. Good evening, Charon, she said first. Everything okay? the healer asked, concern crossing her face.