Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

As a gesture of concession for her sudden absence Chrysanthemum had resolved to collect a few medicinal devices on Nerian's behalf. She had intended the gesture as a pleasant surprise, but the task had proven miserably difficult. Without guidance, the unwise puppy had relied on random selection -which rendered her an odd bouquet of; weeds, flowers and leaves. By her judgement it was unlike anything that the herbalist had ever collected in their den, but she resolved that there was something to be said for its erm -uniqueness.

Doing her best not to damage the accumulated present, Chrys strode carefully on her way back to their home. By her reasoning Nerian was probably out gathering real stocks to care for her eye, so there was no real rush in beating her there.

Coming around a fold in the foliage though Chrysanthemum was distracted by a bit of rustling. As always her heart cinched and her ears filled with a torrent of blood as she irrationally guessed Bughuul to be the culprit. However seconds later a smaller fuzzy body trotted by in something of a split and the young wolf was enticed to look closer. It wasn't a fawn but what was it? Following her pointed nose after the thing, Chrys was unaware of its already trailing mother. So much so that she could have crashed shoulders with Thistle as she fumbled her bouquet and tripped onto their course.