Silver Creek Dried herbs in the winter sun

Crappy phone post starter for Rosings woofs

A child in the background, a pale creature in the snow. She had always been good at that, blending in with her surroundings so it would seem she was never really there. A woman was to be seen, never heard unless spoken to first. She had learned this well from her father and then while being subservient to her brothers and even her much darker sister, she was a woman that could serve and not be a bother to her husband or any man within the ranks of her brother's pack.

 a gentle shiver seemed to danice along her cream coat as she moved to the rock she had placed a few herbs to dry out on. She found that in the winter, if she were to dry out the plants they would last longer and not rot. Sure she would have to use more to be potent but it was better than them going to waste because they began to wilt and grow things she would rather not touch.  A gentle coo came from her lips as she touched each herb with her nose, finding that the sun had done its job just as she had done hers. Now, to get these to her den without them cracking and breaking along the way. Where was that leaf she had found below the show, it was the perfect instrument for this job.