Hushed Willows which by and by black night doth take away

something has roused her, and she slips from her place beneath a willow tree, not one for sleeping when something greater wishes her awake. she passes by the rocky den that has become her cache, and is content with the knowledge that within, she has most of what she'll need to weather a good winter - she will seek to pad her supplies in the coming weeks, but she knows that she is much content with the run of things thus far.

just outside the cache, a few scattered stems and leaves invite a soothing, familiar scent to settle lightly over the small clearing. she pauses a moment here, the night air sweetened by the scents of lavender, mint, and other herbs she's left out from the stores. before long, she's moving on again, slipping through the parts of the territory that remain unfamiliar.